[ the world is not supposed to look like this. his body is not supposed to feel this way. just when he thought he’d found grounding purpose, it all comes to this—back where he started, long before even horos, fighting tooth and nail to keep his sense of self and his feet moving one in front of the other.
he’s so utterly focused on that goal that he instantly knows when it’s being disrupted. the prickle of some foreign resolve blooms from his shard, but instinct from a long-gone attack on his sanity has him checking his wrist. there’s no longer the sting of the false consciousness orb, forcing him to submit, but it’s a stark reminder that he’s not that person anymore. ]
Stop that!
[ he doesn’t know who is trying to impress their will upon him, but his communion spreads out like a shockwave, bringing with it a desperate wave of meridian energy. ]
iii-b!
he’s so utterly focused on that goal that he instantly knows when it’s being disrupted. the prickle of some foreign resolve blooms from his shard, but instinct from a long-gone attack on his sanity has him checking his wrist. there’s no longer the sting of the false consciousness orb, forcing him to submit, but it’s a stark reminder that he’s not that person anymore. ]
Stop that!
[ he doesn’t know who is trying to impress their will upon him, but his communion spreads out like a shockwave, bringing with it a desperate wave of meridian energy. ]