[ The memories meld together, and Childe's eyes widen at the recall of what his specific experience did him. He never has wanted to remember it, to experience this heart pounding dread once more. He's done everything he can so it could never happen again and yet, despite knowing these aren't the here and now, it feels too connected and real to be tolerable.
Even so, Childe tries to better understand what's meshed in with him as a kid, and he immediately picks up on certain things. Released? Something in addition to discord —Who?
The first thing he thinks is human experimentation because that's something the Fatui are well known for. Wondering who the blurry figure is, he isn't prepared for the literal explosion. Although the actual flames don't do much more than maybe singe his hair and clothing, the pressure of the explosion throws him back and the shrapnel punches through him. He barely registers each pierce and rip through his skin and bone that's snapped or crushed. the sudden flood of pain that's delayed rains down on him like a broken dam. He grimaces hard and only then is it he realizes he's on the ground now.
Childe tries to roll over to move to get up, ignoring the pool of blood rapidly mixing into mud. He's not dead yet, but be understands this is bad. And Vander's worse off since he was right in front of it.
He glares at the monster murderously, spitting blood before sneering a nasty dangerous growl as he goes to get up. ]
You. that shard wasn't taken from that guy... you're him, aren't you!
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Even so, Childe tries to better understand what's meshed in with him as a kid, and he immediately picks up on certain things. Released? Something in addition to discord —Who?
The first thing he thinks is human experimentation because that's something the Fatui are well known for. Wondering who the blurry figure is, he isn't prepared for the literal explosion. Although the actual flames don't do much more than maybe singe his hair and clothing, the pressure of the explosion throws him back and the shrapnel punches through him. He barely registers each pierce and rip through his skin and bone that's snapped or crushed. the sudden flood of pain that's delayed rains down on him like a broken dam. He grimaces hard and only then is it he realizes he's on the ground now.
Childe tries to roll over to move to get up, ignoring the pool of blood rapidly mixing into mud. He's not dead yet, but be understands this is bad. And Vander's worse off since he was right in front of it.
He glares at the monster murderously, spitting blood before sneering a nasty dangerous growl as he goes to get up. ]
You. that shard wasn't taken from that guy... you're him, aren't you!