[ perhaps it's for the best that he had been in the void when the memory hits him. for someone so accustomed to the emptiness in his heart, experiencing the memory's accompany emotions is akin to the experience of a blind man who, upon having his sight restored, had his eyes prised out subsequently. these feelings are not gentle, and his body reacts before his mind does - the spears protruding out in some echo of the cry ripping through the void. they are a part of his eldritch form, something that add is bound to realize, as they are impossible to pull out.
add would still feel the torrent of fear and despair across their link, a flood of roaring dark water. it'll be a while before ain responds. he does not speak - instead, a hand forms from the tendrils of his body, reaching out to grasp add's own.
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add would still feel the torrent of fear and despair across their link, a flood of roaring dark water. it'll be a while before ain responds. he does not speak - instead, a hand forms from the tendrils of his body, reaching out to grasp add's own.
he's cold. ]