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THE HORRORS OF OBLIVION | [@]MERIDIAN
[D's communion into Meridian aligned minds is like a very polite knock at the door, except when the door is finally opened, a rush of icy wind blows in. No warmth or mirth can be found in the space of his mind, though it's a surprisingly gentle, dark void despite the chill. It's familiar for anyone who has had a communion with him, but probably kind of eerie for those who haven't.
It's also pretty quiet now actually.]
I made an attempt to Reincarnate the late Tribune. [He delivers this all very clinically, very factual.] It failed, but not because he hadn't been willing.
Something else had been inside him. [Can Nothing be something?] It had cleaned his soul out, if he had one at all, and left him as a husk. There was no soul to shift into another body.
It spoke through him. It said, "We never would have been able to Enter without the Choices that have been made."
[:wooper:]
It's also pretty quiet now actually.]
I made an attempt to Reincarnate the late Tribune. [He delivers this all very clinically, very factual.] It failed, but not because he hadn't been willing.
Something else had been inside him. [Can Nothing be something?] It had cleaned his soul out, if he had one at all, and left him as a husk. There was no soul to shift into another body.
It spoke through him. It said, "We never would have been able to Enter without the Choices that have been made."
[:wooper:]
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Somewhere across the city, a centaur lays back down on her hospital cot, confined as the healers are forced to work slowly, healing spells weakened as a consequence of the anti-magic field her body had begun producing months ago.
Ah. She is so tired.]
Then we have to defeat it… even more.
Even if that chance and choice is never given to people in my world.
[At least… those magic ones had it. Supposedly.]