Just a silly nonsense ritual, he'd thought. Might as well do it because everybody else is. When am I going to get a chance to do this sort of thing again after I leave?
He's beginning to hate that thought, especially as the memories return first as a trickle, then as a flood. Friends killing friends, friends killing him, HE killing... oh God. He collapses to his knees for a bit, the sudden inexplicable shift in atmosphere combining with the dawning horror of these... delusions? Memories? Whatever they are, it takes everything in him not to throw up on the spot, overwhelming fear and horror washing over him.
Once he's steadied himself, he stands up. This isn't like the other times, though. They'd all stayed together, suspected nothing wrong. At least, not before some of them had started "remembering." But here... where was everybody? The fire? He doesn't understand anything at this point. Everything that's happened, and everything that is happening defies scientific explanation. He's still convinced that someone is trying to MAKE their deaths look like a ritual gone wrong; somewhere in those memories was the truth of what was making each of them go insane each time. But these "flashbacks," and now this change in his location. Is it him? Is this the start of another murder spree on his part? Hallucinations and all?
He turns, and starts a bit at the appearance of the girl. For a brief moment, an unwanted thought runs through his head -- Shigetsuna -- before he shakes it out. There IS no Shigetsuna... but then, who is this?
"Where am I? What's going on?" he demands, tightening his ever-present scarf around him. It hadn't been that cold out before, but right now there's a chill to the air he dislikes. "And who are you? You had better not say you're 'Shigetsuna.'"
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He's beginning to hate that thought, especially as the memories return first as a trickle, then as a flood. Friends killing friends, friends killing him, HE killing... oh God. He collapses to his knees for a bit, the sudden inexplicable shift in atmosphere combining with the dawning horror of these... delusions? Memories? Whatever they are, it takes everything in him not to throw up on the spot, overwhelming fear and horror washing over him.
Once he's steadied himself, he stands up. This isn't like the other times, though. They'd all stayed together, suspected nothing wrong. At least, not before some of them had started "remembering." But here... where was everybody? The fire? He doesn't understand anything at this point. Everything that's happened, and everything that is happening defies scientific explanation. He's still convinced that someone is trying to MAKE their deaths look like a ritual gone wrong; somewhere in those memories was the truth of what was making each of them go insane each time. But these "flashbacks," and now this change in his location. Is it him? Is this the start of another murder spree on his part? Hallucinations and all?
He turns, and starts a bit at the appearance of the girl. For a brief moment, an unwanted thought runs through his head -- Shigetsuna -- before he shakes it out. There IS no Shigetsuna... but then, who is this?
"Where am I? What's going on?" he demands, tightening his ever-present scarf around him. It hadn't been that cold out before, but right now there's a chill to the air he dislikes. "And who are you? You had better not say you're 'Shigetsuna.'"