[He huffs at first. It feels like all of his life has just been one stupid story in a stupid game. But, this is some old grandma, he supposes, so--
So--]
I... What? What is that? Do you hear that?!
[The memories coil around his own. He remembers absorbing the six human souls and finally feeling complete as venom sinks into his veins; he remembers them turning on him, tearing him apart from the inside out like her ungrateful children who ran away from home; he remembers being cast back into his true form but she can still hear them--]
Stop it! You're freaking me the hell out!
[He tumbles off of Lusamine's back and starts hopping away, only stopping once he reaches a dead end. When he turns to Lusamine, there's a look of terror on his face.
The memories slip away into the fog, but not unaltered. Lusamine remembers soullessness. Lusamine remembers the aching desire to feel something about anyone-- and then she remembers the feeling of six heartbeats at once. The rush of apotheosis, the all-consuming joy of finally making it all worth something. The voices in his head don't promise Paradise, but bend to his every whim like good children should, because he'll make their existence hell if they don't.]
Hah... was that a nightmare or something? Is this a dream?
[It all goes foggy in her mind, but she remembers the pain when the souls rebel-- and much worse than that, the cavernous emptiness when his soullessness returns.]
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So--]
I... What? What is that? Do you hear that?!
[The memories coil around his own. He remembers absorbing the six human souls and finally feeling complete as venom sinks into his veins; he remembers them turning on him, tearing him apart from the inside out like her ungrateful children who ran away from home; he remembers being cast back into his true form but she can still hear them--]
Stop it! You're freaking me the hell out!
[He tumbles off of Lusamine's back and starts hopping away, only stopping once he reaches a dead end. When he turns to Lusamine, there's a look of terror on his face.
The memories slip away into the fog, but not unaltered. Lusamine remembers soullessness. Lusamine remembers the aching desire to feel something about anyone-- and then she remembers the feeling of six heartbeats at once. The rush of apotheosis, the all-consuming joy of finally making it all worth something. The voices in his head don't promise Paradise, but bend to his every whim like good children should, because he'll make their existence hell if they don't.]
Hah... was that a nightmare or something? Is this a dream?
[It all goes foggy in her mind, but she remembers the pain when the souls rebel-- and much worse than that, the cavernous emptiness when his soullessness returns.]