[ As suddenly as it began, it ends. D...releases him, and steps back. But the call's already been made. The darkness pulses in Cedrik's hand before vanishing. ]
Wait--
[ And then, with the terrible timing it so often has, the Echo has something to show him. Cedrik feels the familiar pulse of pain behind his eyes, the sharp ringing in his ears as everything begins to fade away, the memory taking him someplace far, far away from here.
The darkness reemerges, rising from the ground and taking the form of a man in full armor and a wielding a massive blade on his back. Golden eyes fix on D with an unspoken fury--but Cedrik said 'wait'. He's always been a fool that way. The figure moves not to attack but stands ready, putting itself between D and Cedrik's prone form, the message obvious. ]
...
[ The memory feels like an age. It shows Cedrik a boy, one he recognizes immediately, and patiently shows every torture inflicted upon him, every meticulous effort to make him break.
In reality it's not even a minute, just enough seconds for the silence to drag before Cedrik returns to the present with a sudden exhale. His body aches but he's been through worse, the pain isn't why his eyes are wet.
The dark figure is...struggling. Maintaining a solid form is unexpectedly difficult, but it holds on as long as it possibly can, only beginning to splinter and fade away as Cedrik starts to get back up. ]
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Wait--
[ And then, with the terrible timing it so often has, the Echo has something to show him. Cedrik feels the familiar pulse of pain behind his eyes, the sharp ringing in his ears as everything begins to fade away, the memory taking him someplace far, far away from here.
The darkness reemerges, rising from the ground and taking the form of a man in full armor and a wielding a massive blade on his back. Golden eyes fix on D with an unspoken fury--but Cedrik said 'wait'. He's always been a fool that way. The figure moves not to attack but stands ready, putting itself between D and Cedrik's prone form, the message obvious. ]
...
[ The memory feels like an age. It shows Cedrik a boy, one he recognizes immediately, and patiently shows every torture inflicted upon him, every meticulous effort to make him break.
In reality it's not even a minute, just enough seconds for the silence to drag before Cedrik returns to the present with a sudden exhale. His body aches but he's been through worse, the pain isn't why his eyes are wet.
The dark figure is...struggling. Maintaining a solid form is unexpectedly difficult, but it holds on as long as it possibly can, only beginning to splinter and fade away as Cedrik starts to get back up. ]