[ Now that they have something to focus on, the voice, the presence, seems...familiar.
They...
They remember, a little. Their mind, drifting still, buried deep but not crushed, not fully consigned to oblivion, not yet dead. There is a hazy memory of a scattered vision tinged with scarlet fire.
They don't recall what it was they saw, what made them toss and turn in uneasiness, what made them startle awake at the bottom of the Abyss and realise they had survived after all. But the echo is enough to produce more effort in that spark of curiosity, turning it into a weak, tiny flame.
They take a few halting steps forward, apparently to inspect him more closely; there's a hesitant quality to their movements that wasn't evident before.
"Were you the one who called us?"
No, they don't know who he is, or what he speaks of, being called to this place. (Hallownest? Is that what it's called?)
They are being addressed. They...should answer? They should answer.
They shake their head, once. Still staring, but this time there's confusion in it, as if they're trying to figure out who he is. As if they're trying to remember who he is.
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They...
They remember, a little. Their mind, drifting still, buried deep but not crushed, not fully consigned to oblivion, not yet dead. There is a hazy memory of a scattered vision tinged with scarlet fire.
They don't recall what it was they saw, what made them toss and turn in uneasiness, what made them startle awake at the bottom of the Abyss and realise they had survived after all. But the echo is enough to produce more effort in that spark of curiosity, turning it into a weak, tiny flame.
They take a few halting steps forward, apparently to inspect him more closely; there's a hesitant quality to their movements that wasn't evident before.
"Were you the one who called us?"
No, they don't know who he is, or what he speaks of, being called to this place. (Hallownest? Is that what it's called?)
They are being addressed. They...should answer? They should answer.
They shake their head, once. Still staring, but this time there's confusion in it, as if they're trying to figure out who he is. As if they're trying to remember who he is.