[ Gildor wasn't quite sure what to expect, prodding Rust the way he did, but it certainly wasn't... this. He takes time with the image in his newly formed mind's eye, examining with a sense of puzzlement as he works out what he's being shown. ]
( This is... her? ) [ A pause. A breath, and then finally the music in him fades to silence. ]
( Oh- )
[ The smell of blood floods his memory as he pieces together what he's seeing. Actually seeing for the first time. He tenses with that heightened sense of an imprint being made upon the mind. It's one thing to know the dead, but another to experience it in an entirely new way. It's shocking. It's completely sobering. It's-
making him get up and crawl and grope for something to vomit into. One of the Collector's vases will have to do. ]
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( This is... her? ) [ A pause. A breath, and then finally the music in him fades to silence. ]
( Oh- )
[ The smell of blood floods his memory as he pieces together what he's seeing. Actually seeing for the first time. He tenses with that heightened sense of an imprint being made upon the mind. It's one thing to know the dead, but another to experience it in an entirely new way. It's shocking. It's completely sobering. It's-
making him get up and crawl and grope for something to vomit into. One of the Collector's vases will have to do. ]