[ there's a pause as he rewinds his memories, tries to sieve out any mention of names. for some reason, the faces of his companions were blanked out, obscured by some sort of light. ]

Feita. I think.... the name. Someone said it.

[ though, what add says next splinters the composure that he had slowly pieced together. he shakes his head just once, giving add an accusing stare - as the force of probably five hundred years of righteous fury slams into him like a thunderbolt. ]

You don't understand! She's not just 'a god'. She's important to me. She's the reason I lived.

[ and maybe, somewhere in that torrent of anger, are slivers of emotions that might have described a mother or a mentor. ]

........ it doesn't matter anymore, does it?

[ ain looks down, and the burst of emotions from him is extinguished as swiftly as it appears, leaving a deadened silence behind. ]