how lucky am I, that I'm living through the end of times?

Although he was blinded by the crystals overtaking his eyes, he seemed to stare right at the older boy. His empty shell of a body didn't move for the longest time and even for a few moments after he asked where his parents were. The question had sparked little response even in his brain, the ooze and crystals taking over. "They're dead." His hollow voice said, emotion far from finding it's place with him. Whatever came after that they had said fell on deaf ears as a sudden pain filled his right ear. The crystals were growing, but he didn't know that. He pawed aggressively at his ear desperately trying to scratch it but as he dug into his ear, he yelped. The pain didn't seem to stop him though, at least not yet.

"Speech."