THE HORRORS OF OBLIVION | [@]MERIDIAN

[damnpire]

[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:]

Comments

[warmare]

[Fiercely Meridian AS THEY SHOULD BE and obviously everyone should be etc etc...

But, no. This is the time when other people might say... "I am sorry", or perhaps their own "Thank you", but. Hayame says,]

... You are welcome.

[Which, to be fair, is still more than she would have done months ago, so, credit where credit is due. She thinks... her head hurts, but she feels like she had another thing to ask D about, something that makes her blearily press the heel of her palm into the bandaged side of her face, but...

Ah. Right.

But it isn't... how can she ask such a selfish thing now? So she shuts her "mouth".]