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Gabriel: "He has not ascended yet. But you should leave now. Your task is done. And if he is ever a danger to the sanity of reality...Say 'Gethis'. Force him to remember Gethis. Scream her name until he screams in return. That name will be your dagger. Go now.
Gabe: "The dangerous one. The one who dreams. The one who isn't himself. Do you find him dangerous?"
Gabe: The cloud of gibbering darkness is upon you, embracing you as _your shadow of old. Inside the border of darkness, however, it is bright day; you see the featureless ground you stand on. Standing in front of you is- you. The old you - scarred, veined, frowning, broken. The eyes are desperate, pleading. In a harsh whisper, you say, "I'm not you. I'm your other companion. The flowery one. But I'm hiding. Do you know of whom I speak?"
Gabe is smiling; a rare sight. "We need to be quiet. I know a quiet story." He speaks in a hushed voice, barely above a whisper. There was an ifrit boy born to a noble's family. He liked dancing. His family didn't understand the boy very well. The unloved boy was kidnapped by priests. Another second-born son no one would miss. They infected him with Darkness. Through the pain, the boy learned to dance around the Darkness. It never took him completely. The young el died. Free of the Darkness...but now we need to be quiet again.
"We're here." The young el has a trace of shadows upon him once again. |
