the battle's won, but the child is lost
Sacre hesitantly replied, his voice matching his stricken gaze. "Your sanity once. That was what you were missing." He glanced to the floor and finally decided on where to put his loyalties, looking back at Sikeax with an apologetic gaze. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that time..." That time, when I didn't know you at all. She had no longer been Sikeax, the bubbly foal he'd met that one time. "Your body was decaying you looked like a zombie and you came to the Basin preaching about the undead that walked the mountains. Deodat came and protected us, you turned him into something like you whilst I managed to escape. The days became darker, we had to flee into a cave system and hide from the rest of the wraiths like you had been. Do you not remember any of it?" He asked with a shudder as she finally got to her feet.
Sacre's expression flickered to concern as she swayed on her feet and looked all in all rather ill. She spoke once more, apologizing and reiterating her broken memory to which Sacre shook his head and frowned at her. "You look ill. I imagine it doesn't help by being this far into the mountain, do you have a home?" Wraith or no wraith, she looked and acted like the Sikeax he had first met, a Sikeax who was now looked ragged.
@[Sikeax]
There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
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