it's not a good dark, either. it's a horrifying, endless sort of abyss, and you spend long bouts of time being unable to see, and then being unable to hear, and then being unable to touch, and then all three, and then finally, you pull yourself together enough to hear a voice, outside.
Here you go. I’ll just make these sort of… taste better.
and you wake up, fully, you pull yourself together enough to cast yourself out, to see what the world looks like around you, because that is your brother's voice, and he's going to cast something, but you're going to intercept. so you do. he'll know, this time, he'll know where you are if you can just give him a sign. you hear his startled noise when you take control of the umbrella, and it takes every single bit of energy you have to trace three, simple letters into the wall with scorching ray.
your brother speaks. Why? What does that—what is... static. white noise.
he doesn't... he doesn't know. he doesn't know who you are? why doesn't...
[She processes this memory, a little blankly, uncertain how to feel about it. But deep down, there is a part of her that feels - strangely about this. That feels as though there can't be anything in the universe so goddamn shitty as being some kind of locked away, forgotten fragment of a person, the only thing left of you being how bad you want to reach out and protect the person you love, but they've slammed the door shut on you and rolled a rock over you and there's nothing you can do about it but keep clawing and scratching in the darkness. It's not even really horror at Wrath's situation that she feels, but anger. She just sort of wants to slam a fist in Wrath's twink brother's no-doubt smug wizardly face.
But she can't really understand why she would feel this way, why this situation would trouble her so much, what she has in common with it besides, as Wrath said, being a lich and a Lyctor, forgotten and forgetting. It is terribly sad. It is. There's just no reason she ought to connect with it.]
I've never had a sibling, or even. . . really anyone I was afraid to lose. [She grew up so alone, not even any other children her age around her.] I'm not sure how to -
It's okay. [they say, gently, reaching to pat her hand. they telegraph it very clearly, as usual.]
Sorry works. It's not your - you know, your responsibility? You have much bigger things to worry about than some girl's dumb wizard brother.
I appreciate it, though. Really. Kind of a double-edged sword, right? Like, on the one hand, you never had anybody you were afraid to lose, but on the other, you never had anybody you were afraid to lose.
[... you know, except for the people harrow may not remember, wrath is unclear on that one, but listen.]
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it's not a good dark, either. it's a horrifying, endless sort of abyss, and you spend long bouts of time being unable to see, and then being unable to hear, and then being unable to touch, and then all three, and then finally, you pull yourself together enough to hear a voice, outside.
Here you go. I’ll just make these sort of… taste better.
and you wake up, fully, you pull yourself together enough to cast yourself out, to see what the world looks like around you, because that is your brother's voice, and he's going to cast something, but you're going to intercept. so you do. he'll know, this time, he'll know where you are if you can just give him a sign. you hear his startled noise when you take control of the umbrella, and it takes every single bit of energy you have to trace three, simple letters into the wall with scorching ray.
your brother speaks. Why? What does that—what is... static. white noise.
he doesn't... he doesn't know. he doesn't know who you are? why doesn't...
and the memory ends.]
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But she can't really understand why she would feel this way, why this situation would trouble her so much, what she has in common with it besides, as Wrath said, being a lich and a Lyctor, forgotten and forgetting. It is terribly sad. It is. There's just no reason she ought to connect with it.]
. . . What made him forget?
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they're quiet for a moment, and then they shrug.]
You know, I don't actually know. I have my suspicions, but they're just that. Suspicions.
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[The words are hard to explain, somehow.]
I've never had a sibling, or even. . . really anyone I was afraid to lose. [She grew up so alone, not even any other children her age around her.] I'm not sure how to -
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Sorry works. It's not your - you know, your responsibility? You have much bigger things to worry about than some girl's dumb wizard brother.
I appreciate it, though. Really. Kind of a double-edged sword, right? Like, on the one hand, you never had anybody you were afraid to lose, but on the other, you never had anybody you were afraid to lose.
[... you know, except for the people harrow may not remember, wrath is unclear on that one, but listen.]
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. . . Exactly. It's different now, which is more difficult and easier at the same time.
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It's okay to have that, though. People you're afraid to lose.
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... I guess you just have to decide which is more important to you. The people you love, or a goal so important you agreed to come here to get it.