[ Ephemera can't say he understands. But then, he's never had to leave anyone behind. His family was always at his side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him as the war raged on around them. Whatever he left behind on Eremus faded as the years went on. He was born there and he's never been back. All the friends he had back then are long gone. The woman who raised him might still be alive, but he never wrote to her and as far as he knows, she never wrote to him. Why would she? Her obligations ended the day he turned eighteen - which was, incidentally, the day he shipped off for boot camp.
It happened. It ended. What came next mattered more. That was the family that he'd wanted. That was the grief that killed him. He resurrected himself imperfectly. There are pieces he'll never get back.
He knows he's crazy now. It comes and goes. But it's settled in him. Coiled in deep.
Ephemera tips his head to the side, watching Felix. Funny thing is, he makes that gesture, too. Touches his knuckles to his mouth. He does it when he's anxious. Trying to calm himself. ]
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It happened. It ended. What came next mattered more. That was the family that he'd wanted. That was the grief that killed him. He resurrected himself imperfectly. There are pieces he'll never get back.
He knows he's crazy now. It comes and goes. But it's settled in him. Coiled in deep.
Ephemera tips his head to the side, watching Felix. Funny thing is, he makes that gesture, too. Touches his knuckles to his mouth. He does it when he's anxious. Trying to calm himself. ]
You're in your head too much.