The process takes a few days as from the roots of the Tree, Barnaby is reborn.
It’s a process that’s surprisingly quiet, like waking from a pleasantly long nap. And during that process, there are flickerings across his consciousness. Not all of them will be remembered, since they’re the sorts of dreams that are on the tip of your tongue, but one stands out a bit more.
He’s standing at the Tree of Life, looking up at the endless sea of stars that surrounds it, when someone steps up to join him, but Barnaby will know right away. They had shared a memory, after all. This is Manon. Gently, Manon places a gloved hand on his shoulder, and their one eye is full of sympathy and sorrow.
“I’m so sorry,” he says first, and it feels like he could repeat that phrase endlessly and still not feel like it was enough. “I tried to go get out of the way to help people, but… I don’t know. I think it just fucked things up more, so I’m sorry.”
Manon shakes his head as he withdraws his hand. He seems lost in thought for a moment as he looks down at his feet, but his eye comes back up to meet Barnaby’s without too much delay.
“This isn’t an easy connection to maintain, so let me just give you two things, since I- Well, I don’t know what’ll happen to me. One… The voice you heard, the clear one. I don’t know what he was doing, exactly. But my Shard got mixed up with a bunch of others. That’s the best I’ve got for that. But I heard someone else call him ‘Aetós’,” he says, then clicks his tongue. The connection is fading, so he pushes an image forward into Liem’s mind. “Never saw his face, but the arm, watch out for it. It’s… I don’t know what it is. It’s made of some kind of silver liquid he can control.”
His presence fades not long after that, since he doesn’t seem able to hold this strange form of Communion long… But when Barnaby awakes and frees herself from his sap-filled cocoon, he’ll have this new knowledge imparted to him.
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It’s a process that’s surprisingly quiet, like waking from a pleasantly long nap. And during that process, there are flickerings across his consciousness. Not all of them will be remembered, since they’re the sorts of dreams that are on the tip of your tongue, but one stands out a bit more.
He’s standing at the Tree of Life, looking up at the endless sea of stars that surrounds it, when someone steps up to join him, but Barnaby will know right away. They had shared a memory, after all. This is Manon. Gently, Manon places a gloved hand on his shoulder, and their one eye is full of sympathy and sorrow.
“I’m so sorry,” he says first, and it feels like he could repeat that phrase endlessly and still not feel like it was enough. “I tried to go get out of the way to help people, but… I don’t know. I think it just fucked things up more, so I’m sorry.”
Manon shakes his head as he withdraws his hand. He seems lost in thought for a moment as he looks down at his feet, but his eye comes back up to meet Barnaby’s without too much delay.
“This isn’t an easy connection to maintain, so let me just give you two things, since I- Well, I don’t know what’ll happen to me. One… The voice you heard, the clear one. I don’t know what he was doing, exactly. But my Shard got mixed up with a bunch of others. That’s the best I’ve got for that. But I heard someone else call him ‘Aetós’,” he says, then clicks his tongue. The connection is fading, so he pushes an image forward into Liem’s mind. “Never saw his face, but the arm, watch out for it. It’s… I don’t know what it is. It’s made of some kind of silver liquid he can control.”
His presence fades not long after that, since he doesn’t seem able to hold this strange form of Communion long… But when Barnaby awakes and frees herself from his sap-filled cocoon, he’ll have this new knowledge imparted to him.