[He also hopes he succeeds, damn! But before he can even verbalize his thanks, he's blasted into a different life, a different time. It's so easy to get swept up in memories like this when they come cascading down - some more than others, because of the similarities he shares.
Though Sakyou's never been overtly arrogant, there are other things that strike a cord. The swiftness of fury. Facing a battle with the surety that you will deliver the opponent to death. But there's more here - the betrayal, the shock, all unfamiliar things. To experience dying moments in any form... it's terrible, and between one moment and the next, he's on his knees and blinking, unsure of when his body dropped.
One hand moves to his side, where the phantom injury would be, and he's quiet for several seconds. To die like that, at such a time, in such a place, with so many things left to do...]
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Though Sakyou's never been overtly arrogant, there are other things that strike a cord. The swiftness of fury. Facing a battle with the surety that you will deliver the opponent to death. But there's more here - the betrayal, the shock, all unfamiliar things. To experience dying moments in any form... it's terrible, and between one moment and the next, he's on his knees and blinking, unsure of when his body dropped.
One hand moves to his side, where the phantom injury would be, and he's quiet for several seconds. To die like that, at such a time, in such a place, with so many things left to do...]
...This is - your last memory? From before...
[From before he came back as a depressed twink.]