[ Avery burns bright and vivid in his altered vision. His head almost snaps to follow him, a quick and unnatural movement. ]
S-st..ill no s-sign, t-t..though.
I h...h-have a name.
[ If it wasn't for the stuttering and the clear effort he's exerting, he'd almost sound like his old self.
But that last phrase is almost a question; it wavers in a way that his other words have not. It seems to distract him from the present.
(His name, like many other things, is something he has tried and failed many times to grasp. But it's slipped away from him like it's evading him, and so he gave up on it in his exhaustion, and gave up another piece of himself.
Names have power. The power to seal a contract, to complete someone's being, to be the last or first step in someone's creation.
He had been far closer to death, and so a daemon whose face he cannot remember had come to him first; when he refused to say his name, even to save himself, they had laughed.
The thing born out of his remains had his memories and everything that mattered, was a cage for his soul, but he had never given his name and so he had been transformed without his memory of it, as one last trick.) ]
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S-st..ill no s-sign, t-t..though.
I h...h-have a name.
[ If it wasn't for the stuttering and the clear effort he's exerting, he'd almost sound like his old self.
But that last phrase is almost a question; it wavers in a way that his other words have not. It seems to distract him from the present.
(His name, like many other things, is something he has tried and failed many times to grasp. But it's slipped away from him like it's evading him, and so he gave up on it in his exhaustion, and gave up another piece of himself.
Names have power. The power to seal a contract, to complete someone's being, to be the last or first step in someone's creation.
He had been far closer to death, and so a daemon whose face he cannot remember had come to him first; when he refused to say his name, even to save himself, they had laughed.
The thing born out of his remains had his memories and everything that mattered, was a cage for his soul, but he had never given his name and so he had been transformed without his memory of it, as one last trick.) ]