[ Ruthlessly a memory is thrown upon Yuri, all the same.
'A man treks onwards and onwards in a place he recognizes little. He does not recall his name. How could he?
There is little that he does remember.
But, it matters little. There is someone standing before this man. A woman with hair white as snow, in certain attire, staring with red eyes that bore a certain madness.
Then, pain.
She stabbed the man relentlessly, until crimson filled his sight and iron spilled from every point slashed inside of him, and exited his throat. Darkness slid over his sight, and his body ceased to respond. But, it only lasted for a moment.
When light returned, he was good as new, but the shock of death shakes through the man's entire being. The woman coldly asks, "Do you remember?"
He tries to respond, barely able to put together any words. It's impossible. She stabs right through him. His stomach, his chest, his hands, his legs. Thousand upon thousand of times.
Each time, his body regenerated, leaving behind phantom (pains) sensations that lingered, but could be recalled at a simple touch upon his body. He doesn't remember how many times; it feels as if it goes on for an eternity. His mind is blank, his will to live already having dissipated, but he doesn't remember when. Finally, when she tries to pierce him with the sword on one other occasion, he grabs it with his bare hands.
The woman asks coldly, "Do you remember now?"
The man's mind is empty. Mechanically, he feels himself meet those crimson eyes, which stare into his own, saying nothing. She then runs him through with the blade again.
The feeling of pain becomes a constant companion. He yearns for death. For that brief moment of peace from it all.
"Remember the feeling of death, and bring it to them."
He doesn't remember. How many more times it was. But, he sees that crimson in his vision again, sees the blade that killed him lying broken in half on the ground.
"Rise, and let me kill you once more."'
And then, just like that, the mutual memory share is over. Blade can only stare for a moment, wordlessly at her. ]
2/2 cw: suicidal ideation, violence, torture, death
'A man treks onwards and onwards in a place he recognizes little. He does not recall his name. How could he?
There is little that he does remember.
But, it matters little. There is someone standing before this man. A woman with hair white as snow, in certain attire, staring with red eyes that bore a certain madness.
Then, pain.
She stabbed the man relentlessly, until crimson filled his sight and iron spilled from every point slashed inside of him, and exited his throat. Darkness slid over his sight, and his body ceased to respond. But, it only lasted for a moment.
When light returned, he was good as new, but the shock of death shakes through the man's entire being. The woman coldly asks, "Do you remember?"
He tries to respond, barely able to put together any words. It's impossible. She stabs right through him. His stomach, his chest, his hands, his legs. Thousand upon thousand of times.
Each time, his body regenerated, leaving behind phantom (pains) sensations that lingered, but could be recalled at a simple touch upon his body. He doesn't remember how many times; it feels as if it goes on for an eternity. His mind is blank, his will to live already having dissipated, but he doesn't remember when. Finally, when she tries to pierce him with the sword on one other occasion, he grabs it with his bare hands.
The woman asks coldly, "Do you remember now?"
The man's mind is empty. Mechanically, he feels himself meet those crimson eyes, which stare into his own, saying nothing. She then runs him through with the blade again.
The feeling of pain becomes a constant companion. He yearns for death. For that brief moment of peace from it all.
"Remember the feeling of death, and bring it to them."
He doesn't remember. How many more times it was. But, he sees that crimson in his vision again, sees the blade that killed him lying broken in half on the ground.
"Rise, and let me kill you once more."'
And then, just like that, the mutual memory share is over. Blade can only stare for a moment, wordlessly at her. ]