[ dextera’s threat wasn’t unfounded, before; if he could tear these memories out from amos and have them for himself, he would do it. he’s never met these people in his life and will never have the chance, but when he’s just an empty vessel, he’s had plenty of practice trying to imagine what his life was like before. he can see himself at a table like this. he wouldn’t be able to follow the conversation, but that’s nothing new.
ungrateful, he thinks again. amos doesn’t understand. he wouldn’t ask a question like that if he understood, because he would just know. ]
I…
[ his fingers tighten in his own shirt, scar throbbing under his clothes. ]
I would bring him back. Isn’t that what you’re doing? Weren’t you given someone’s Shard?
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ungrateful, he thinks again. amos doesn’t understand. he wouldn’t ask a question like that if he understood, because he would just know. ]
I…
[ his fingers tighten in his own shirt, scar throbbing under his clothes. ]
I would bring him back. Isn’t that what you’re doing? Weren’t you given someone’s Shard?