What year is it in your world? I was in the year 2150. It was February 16th, the day I died. My ascension day. About a hundred years before that, the world burned. Almost all of it. A great fire engulfed the earth and flooded what didn't burn with radiation that killed almost everyone who did not manage to hide underground. We would've died, stuck like rats in a caved-in burrow if not for Becca coming from the sky and giving us the nightblood.
I promise you, Leksa Kom Trikru does not exist in your world. There is only one me, and she will be back in the flame where she was fated to be since before she was even born when the fey are done with her. Until the end of the Earth, or the end of the need for Commanders. It is the way of things.
Everyone forgets, Ren, except those of near-equal power to our captors or those who make a deal. I will forget. Which is a great tragedy... no sliver of love is worth throwing away or losing, however fleeting or unrequited. Most people here are alike each other only in surface things. I am not like anyone else, either. Beau is different. Peony is different. There's a blue man with horns, half-elves which I guess are a thing... But how we come and go seems fairly universal to me after a year and even those who would benefit from remembering when they go home, don't. [Largely.]
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I promise you, Leksa Kom Trikru does not exist in your world. There is only one me, and she will be back in the flame where she was fated to be since before she was even born when the fey are done with her. Until the end of the Earth, or the end of the need for Commanders. It is the way of things.
Everyone forgets, Ren, except those of near-equal power to our captors or those who make a deal. I will forget. Which is a great tragedy... no sliver of love is worth throwing away or losing, however fleeting or unrequited. Most people here are alike each other only in surface things. I am not like anyone else, either. Beau is different. Peony is different. There's a blue man with horns, half-elves which I guess are a thing... But how we come and go seems fairly universal to me after a year and even those who would benefit from remembering when they go home, don't. [Largely.]