[ Shez belatedly catches up to how startled Yuri had been to see him transform, and though the surprise can't be undone, he's still quick to change back to his regular color scheme, no more white markings adorning his face and neck. Funny, how the reaction makes him think back to his original awakening, and how it hadn't felt strange-- though one could chalk it up to his life being on the line, at the time.
Right. Arval saved his life back then, and then so many times after that, and yet-- ]
... yeah. They're gone now.
[ Not just gone. Shez was the one to cut them down. ]
I've got some gaps in my memory after Byleth and I split up from everyone else that day, so I guess it was at that point that Arval took over my body. I remember... struggling and trying to take control again, but the best I could do was hold them back for a bit so Byleth could run. I know that's when everyone tried to intervene, but after we escaped...
[ A hand ventures into his hair, fingers clutching his head as though he could squeeze the memories of his body, if his mind wasn't entirely conscious at the time. ]
We ran into Solon and killed him. For... a spell? [ Was that right? Did they really sacrifice one of their own for that kind of power? ] He said we came from... Shambhala...?
[ The longer he pushes on, the heavier his breathing, as though the effort to fill in the gaps takes a physical toll to match his mental strain-- and honestly, it feels like an extra invisible hand tries to crush his skull with enough strength to rival a Blaiddyd's. So he shakes it off with a wince deciding not to force it any further for the moment. ]
After that, everything went dark. When I woke up again, I was in this... void? [ He frowns at his own phrasing, but it's the best he can do. ] And Dimitri had been pulled in, along with Claude and Edelgard. Arval was there, too, but... it wasn't really them anymore. It was a man who called himself Epimenides.
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Right. Arval saved his life back then, and then so many times after that, and yet-- ]
... yeah. They're gone now.
[ Not just gone. Shez was the one to cut them down. ]
I've got some gaps in my memory after Byleth and I split up from everyone else that day, so I guess it was at that point that Arval took over my body. I remember... struggling and trying to take control again, but the best I could do was hold them back for a bit so Byleth could run. I know that's when everyone tried to intervene, but after we escaped...
[ A hand ventures into his hair, fingers clutching his head as though he could squeeze the memories of his body, if his mind wasn't entirely conscious at the time. ]
We ran into Solon and killed him. For... a spell? [ Was that right? Did they really sacrifice one of their own for that kind of power? ] He said we came from... Shambhala...?
[ The longer he pushes on, the heavier his breathing, as though the effort to fill in the gaps takes a physical toll to match his mental strain-- and honestly, it feels like an extra invisible hand tries to crush his skull with enough strength to rival a Blaiddyd's. So he shakes it off with a wince deciding not to force it any further for the moment. ]
After that, everything went dark. When I woke up again, I was in this... void? [ He frowns at his own phrasing, but it's the best he can do. ] And Dimitri had been pulled in, along with Claude and Edelgard. Arval was there, too, but... it wasn't really them anymore. It was a man who called himself Epimenides.