This is the part he doesn't like to talk about. Two years older than he remember, chunks of his memory missing...
"I woke--" He breathes in deeply, and his gaze is directed at his arrow tattoo. "I woke up--covered in blood."
To this day, he doesn't know who it belonged to, but he'd been bleeding, so he hoped it was his own. Never had anyone hoped that much blood was their own.
"I went into the Avatar State and attacked them. They used a thingy. In one of their hands. A weapon. It was like being hit by lightning again, but the next time I woke up I wasn't hurt. That time, I was calmer. I felt...strange. Sleepy. Calm, even though I still should have been scared."
He'd been drugged.
"I listened to them that time. They told me about the war, about the Ohm, they told me our worlds were gone, and that they'd saved as many people as they could--I asked them about my friends and my world, and they told me--" His eyes close tight. "They told me my friends were safe, but that my world-- I didn't believe them so they showed me."
Tears squeeze out between his eyelids.
"I asked how I was still even alive, because of what I am, but they said things I didn't understand. One of them tried to show me with pictures. Somehow they have a way of--of cutting people away from their worlds. Even if they're supposed to be connected. That I was human enough, that if I had just been a spirit, I would have died when all of it died but since I was in a human body, they could take me away like the other people."
More tears squeeze out.
"Sorry," he sniffles. "I still can't think about it, without-- I think maybe that's why maybe whatever happened with that girl drove me crazy. Them showing me the memory was just showing me the memory. There weren't the feelings. I was probably already messed up from feeling the world die, without dying with it, when whatever happened happened."
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This is the part he doesn't like to talk about. Two years older than he remember, chunks of his memory missing...
"I woke--" He breathes in deeply, and his gaze is directed at his arrow tattoo. "I woke up--covered in blood."
To this day, he doesn't know who it belonged to, but he'd been bleeding, so he hoped it was his own. Never had anyone hoped that much blood was their own.
"I went into the Avatar State and attacked them. They used a thingy. In one of their hands. A weapon. It was like being hit by lightning again, but the next time I woke up I wasn't hurt. That time, I was calmer. I felt...strange. Sleepy. Calm, even though I still should have been scared."
He'd been drugged.
"I listened to them that time. They told me about the war, about the Ohm, they told me our worlds were gone, and that they'd saved as many people as they could--I asked them about my friends and my world, and they told me--" His eyes close tight. "They told me my friends were safe, but that my world-- I didn't believe them so they showed me."
Tears squeeze out between his eyelids.
"I asked how I was still even alive, because of what I am, but they said things I didn't understand. One of them tried to show me with pictures. Somehow they have a way of--of cutting people away from their worlds. Even if they're supposed to be connected. That I was human enough, that if I had just been a spirit, I would have died when all of it died but since I was in a human body, they could take me away like the other people."
More tears squeeze out.
"Sorry," he sniffles. "I still can't think about it, without-- I think maybe that's why maybe whatever happened with that girl drove me crazy. Them showing me the memory was just showing me the memory. There weren't the feelings. I was probably already messed up from feeling the world die, without dying with it, when whatever happened happened."