[ To one who has never stepped foot within the mementos, the atmosphere is oppressive. It sends a shudder down the back of a blue-haired boy sitting on the ground. He blinks blearily as his eyes adjust to the low light. He knows with undeniable certainty that his surroundings are unfamiliar, but it's impossible for him to determine the why. Reaching into his memories is a little like gazing into a yawning abyss, and if he stares for too long, it sends a splitting pain radiating throughout his head, as if someone were enthusiastically carving their way into his skull with a pickaxe.
The person rubs at an eye as footsteps approach, reverberating off the walls. Should he be afraid? Concerned? There's nothing though, only that very same abyss, like the one swirling about where his memories should lie.
He should respond to whoever's calling to him. He thinks he would like to do that. Instead, the boy remains silent and turns his head in Ren's direction. Perhaps he's forgotten to speak. Perhaps he does not know how to. It seems that miniscule action exhausts what remains of his energy. He trembles with the effort of trying to keep himself upright before finally giving in, slumping to the ground on his side. He thinks he should get back up, but he finds he cannot recall how, limbs uncooperative even as he wills them to move.
...tired.
He could fall back asleep like this, oblivious to the exhausted shadows beneath his eyes. ]
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The person rubs at an eye as footsteps approach, reverberating off the walls. Should he be afraid? Concerned? There's nothing though, only that very same abyss, like the one swirling about where his memories should lie.
He should respond to whoever's calling to him. He thinks he would like to do that. Instead, the boy remains silent and turns his head in Ren's direction. Perhaps he's forgotten to speak. Perhaps he does not know how to. It seems that miniscule action exhausts what remains of his energy. He trembles with the effort of trying to keep himself upright before finally giving in, slumping to the ground on his side. He thinks he should get back up, but he finds he cannot recall how, limbs uncooperative even as he wills them to move.
...tired.
He could fall back asleep like this, oblivious to the exhausted shadows beneath his eyes. ]