"You did everything you could to hide everything about you- your voice, your scent, your visage, all hidden and out of reach behind a barrier! Can you truly even say I am at fault for not being able to recognize you, when your body is what has changed so much?" Felih protests, before he suddenly stumbles, an agonizing pain cracking and spearing through his skull.
He knows the pain well now, though the pain seems to grow worse every time it happens. He cries out in agony and collapses, clutching at his head, before he slips into an Echo- and his body into unconsciousness.
The memories are clearer than ever, Felih notices every time he walks through another's heart.
A younger Exarch- a man who still looks so very much like his beloved Raha, the fur still scarlet, the crystal not yet consuming so much of him. An Exarch who wanders among the people and knows them, loves them, and whose people love him- and a small Viera- no, Viis- child for him the Exarch has struggled to bake a nameday cake.
Lyna.
A memory, so very clear, of a grandparent- Raha as a grandfather!- trying to do something for his grandkit's nameday, the playful teasing and encouragement from the citizens around him, the energy of the child...
But it doesn't line up with what he knows. No one in the Crystarium knows the Exarch- not even the ones whose faces he recognizes. And certainly not Lyna... so what is this memory? How can it be true?
Several minutes later and he slowly, blearily opens his eyes, dizzy and still feeling his head throbbing, body feeling a bit weak as he looks up and sees the ceiling.
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Date: 2021-02-14 02:09 am (UTC)He knows the pain well now, though the pain seems to grow worse every time it happens. He cries out in agony and collapses, clutching at his head, before he slips into an Echo- and his body into unconsciousness.
The memories are clearer than ever, Felih notices every time he walks through another's heart.
A younger Exarch- a man who still looks so very much like his beloved Raha, the fur still scarlet, the crystal not yet consuming so much of him. An Exarch who wanders among the people and knows them, loves them, and whose people love him- and a small Viera- no, Viis- child for him the Exarch has struggled to bake a nameday cake.
Lyna.
A memory, so very clear, of a grandparent- Raha as a grandfather!- trying to do something for his grandkit's nameday, the playful teasing and encouragement from the citizens around him, the energy of the child...
But it doesn't line up with what he knows. No one in the Crystarium knows the Exarch- not even the ones whose faces he recognizes. And certainly not Lyna... so what is this memory? How can it be true?
Several minutes later and he slowly, blearily opens his eyes, dizzy and still feeling his head throbbing, body feeling a bit weak as he looks up and sees the ceiling.