Lost

[jeitaken]

*huddled in a corner on the seventh floor, arms held tightly around knees, between a torch pillar and a suit of armor which occasionally emits a bored, rusty creak as it shifts in place*

*all he remembers about the last few days are the words that he said: immortal soul, chosen emissary; words that, now, he doesn't understand... and a feeling of true knowledge -- of ultimate confidence.....*

*..and unlike most of the time, he doesn't know what it was that he became, but... it felt good.....*



*..and he would write about why, if only he hadn't lost his journal*

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*lifts his head a bit, analyzing Paul's location by ear -- can hear his hitching breath and the hesitation in his movement, and wonders what happened*

..I don't know if it is any good after getting ripped up....