Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190106070350

"Yea...for a moment...I did. This voice..." Prad closed his eyes fiercely reminded of the sight "It insisted. Told me you were but the sum of those that lived before you. It...distorted your voice, making it sound feral and frightening. Not only your voice, but your features. It striped me of my cognitive sights and fed me a different one. One where you were...hungry. And your eyes, blank, washed by your sclera".

He remembers all too well what he had experience. The fear, the dread. The solitude among so many. It was much "For a moment, it felt like a prison. The only lifeline I had to shelter myself. Then you came back, I do not remember precisely when, but you came back. Was it because I yelled? Because I was too quiet? I cannot tell right now. But, somehow, the way you kept me close even as the voice distorted it all to me. It stopped. It was as if someone had taken its influence and cut it from me, a surgical cut. Its influence was gone and only then, did I begin to see you...for you. No monster, no beast, but you. A nurse. A caretaker. A woman devoid of what it told me..."

Prad sight under the last sentence "I'm sorry if that is the impression I gave you. That is not how I wanted to be, really. But I suppose that is the kind of bagage that comes with having one foot near death a few times, what with what's happening on the otherside and all..."

"You have no idea of the well of gratitude I have to have someone like you near. Seriously. I thought I'd have spent the majority of my rest here holded up in isolation, hearing what it has to say about those present..."