xinoehp512 he/him Posted March 13 Posted March 13 4 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said: Night deftly dodged the claw, forming a piece of nebula into a hand which laced its fingers together with the claw like childhood friends, as she weaved the hole back together. “Order and Chaos are becoming more muddled these days, wouldn’t you say? But don’t put words in my mouth, I’m a Narrator, not a Luxsprite.” She pulled at the space around them, moving them along with the black hole forming around Charnyx’ body away from the ship. "Precisely," said Charnyx. Another claw tore its way from the void into reality and slashed at the nebula-hand, its claws leaving black gashes into nothingness.
Verdance he/him Posted March 13 Posted March 13 1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said: "Precisely," said Charnyx. Another claw tore its way from the void into reality and slashed at the nebula-hand, its claws leaving black gashes into nothingness. Night was becoming irritated. She sent envoys to people that should be helping right now, if they really cared. One of them, a raven, returned immediately, wounded by a mordite claw. The other, coincidentally a dove, did not return at all. She swept out a hand, gathering the radiation in the area into spears of light, sending them at Charnyx with a flick of her wrist. “Your service to a being confines you,” she said. “Have you no ideals?”
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 13 Posted March 13 (edited) oh btw i think u guys missed when this thread had 111111 replies. I got screenies tho. (sorry for non-rp post) Edited March 13 by Through The Living Girl 1
Verdance he/him Posted March 13 Posted March 13 1 minute ago, Through The Living Girl said: oh btw i think u guys missed when this thread had 111111 replies. I got screenies tho. (sorry for non-rp post) Oh that’s cool JOIN US
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 13 Posted March 13 Just now, Through The Living Grass said: JOIN US i tried but iz too hard
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted March 14 Posted March 14 4 hours ago, Through The Living Girl said: i tried but iz too hard aw Need help? :3 I could make a character for yours to interact with :3 Lil plot too if want :3
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 14 Posted March 14 36 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: Need help? probably but not with rp well that too but i dont rlly up to it,,too much required 3
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted March 14 Posted March 14 44 minutes ago, Through The Living Girl said: probably but not with rp well that too but i dont rlly up to it,,too much required Fair
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 14 Posted March 14 (edited) 48 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: Fair y u post again nvm I'm an idiot ignore me Edited March 14 by Through The Living Girl
Verdance he/him Posted March 14 Posted March 14 On 3/7/2026 at 8:47 AM, Through The Living Grass said: As the Witherlord’s presence left him, Inkwell was left feeling drained and futile. It was cliche’d, but that thing was too powerful to stand against. He the very thought left him feeling nauseous. He needed- he needed to kill something. He needed revenge. If only he wasn’t a withergeist, he could make 9/10mmHB#2 pay for his sins. He held on to that thought, his only desperate lifeline in the ocean of a mind that was no longer his. He reached out with the connection he had to the Witherlord, following it until he found a shard- the Dragon. Then he followed it, appearing near Fog and Subversion like ink dripping out of thin air, pooling and forming a body. “f-Fog,” he managed to speak, his voice raspy and hissing. “My lord’s d-Dragon. h-He-“ he couldn’t say it. The Mordite wouldn’t let him be this weak. He reasserted himself. “You h-have something belonging to me. A gift from my brother. I want it back.” No pressure, @Through The Living Glass, but in case you missed this.
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted March 14 Posted March 14 3 hours ago, Through The Living Grass said: No pressure, @Through The Living Glass, but in case you missed this. Waiting on Nameless @NameIess
Keke They/he Posted March 16 Posted March 16 On 3/12/2026 at 12:45 PM, xinoehp512 said: Weaker withergeists screamed and vanished at the light. But there were more withergeists, larger ones- and physical creatures too, their eyes black with corruption. They looked like lizard monkeys. Trevor groaned. “I hate this!!” levi shrugged and threw a dagger at them. On 3/12/2026 at 7:05 PM, Through The Living Glass said: He smiled a little. "Oh yeah?" She nodded. “Soooooo will you come? They really wanna talk to youuuu”
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted March 16 Posted March 16 21 minutes ago, Through the living keigs said: She nodded. “Soooooo will you come? They really wanna talk to youuuu” He reached out and ruffled Salt’s hair almost playfully. ”Perhaps. We shall see.”
Keke They/he Posted March 16 Posted March 16 12 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: He reached out and ruffled Salt’s hair almost playfully. ”Perhaps. We shall see.” She frowned at him. “Hey dont do that!” She smacked his hand. “Im a big teenager you cant do that!”
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted March 16 Posted March 16 20 minutes ago, Through the living keigs said: She frowned at him. “Hey dont do that!” She smacked his hand. “Im a big teenager you cant do that!” He removed his hand. “Alright. If you don’t want me to. Apologizes.”
Keke They/he Posted March 16 Posted March 16 Just now, Through The Living Glass said: He removed his hand. “Alright. If you don’t want me to. Apologizes.” “GoOd” she cleared her throat
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted March 16 Posted March 16 51 minutes ago, Through the living keigs said: “GoOd” she cleared her throat He cleared away the skeletons. ”Did you need something else?”
NameIess Posted March 17 Posted March 17 On 3/7/2026 at 3:19 AM, Through The Living Glass said: lol sorry idk what i'm doing tbh Some more info about what exactly Withergeists can do would be nice if you don't mind In general they can destroy as well as Narrators create (when bonded to a mortal/empowered like Fog is), including destroying reality itself. They can wield powers over death, shadows, and that sort of thing, including creating dark constructs. More specific to Fog in her position is her ability to draw strength from the Witherlord to accomplish feats of destruction greater than Narrator's creation and become too powerful for almost any Ennuller to completely suppress. On 3/12/2026 at 9:20 AM, Through The Living Grass said: 9/10mmHB#2 leered back. He snapped his fingers, and a paper bag appeared in his hands. “I have recently forced my author into writing an improbable amount of prismite into existence.” He reached in, but his efforts were interrupted by a net of blue sparks. “Probability and narrative aren’t happy, so I’m looking to spread it out amidst allies. All I would need from you is a binding promise to become one of those allies, though not as a subordinate, of course. In return, I would be happy to fund your project, as it will probably prove to be much more effective than mine.” A nameless withergeist floated at the edge of a bubble of hateful reality, and exulted. It was found! The place of not-light, light-within-contained! Many withergeists had searched, but it had found the place! Cautiosly, the withergeist placed its claws against the edge of reality and began to tear gashes in it. Tiny splinters of darkness began spreading across one wall of 9/10's Primsite-containing pocket dimension, as the withergeist slowly broke in. On 3/12/2026 at 12:01 AM, Through the Living Heir said: Rebus reached for Symbol, desperately hoping that somehow... he didn't even know. Somehow he could fight the Witherlord himself with nothing but floating rocks and a liquid that drowned you if you touched it? Somehow he could bargain with a being that wanted the destruction of reality? Rebus fell to his knees, truly and completely beaten. The Witherlord smiled. "Yes. You are beaten." He held Malevolence to the sky, and called out in a booming voice. "You see this, Rebus? This version of you, beaten, defeated, despairing? Remember him. Plot against me as you wish. You will end the same." The Witherlord gather his power, darkened dynessence swelling around him as he drew back Malevolence and thrust the Blade through Symbol's chest. The abandoned character perished without a sound, destroyed by the surging darkness. But the Witherlord did not stop there. He summoned the full brunt of his power, sending it outward through the planet, sending it upwards to the heavens above. A found of darkness exploded from him, a final gift left behind as he vanished back to the Void. To the use of power on such a grand scale, the dynessence responded. As the Witherlord's power raced outward, spreading corruption across the entire sea, it moved against a rushing current and rising wave. Every drop of dynessence on the planet converged on the source of that unfathomable power, rising in a wave that stretched to the heavens in what would have been a awe-inspiring, terrifying sight if there was any light by which to see it. Left alone in darkness, Rebus and Keys heard only the Witherlord's laughter and the rushing wind of their oncoming doom. On 3/12/2026 at 12:01 AM, Through the Living Heir said: Uh oh. As memories came rushing back to Jack, he panicked - first as he realized the gravity of his surroundings, and again as he realized Lyric was wandering off. And then he had an idea. "Check your journal," he said softly. "Journal?" Lyric asked confusedly. "Of what journal do you speak?" On 3/12/2026 at 12:01 AM, Through the Living Heir said: Of course you don't. I do admire your handwork - with the Medallion, not the fact our current predicament was even able to occur. Well, neither were my handiwork. Blame the fool who dreamed of-oh blast, I'm being deactiva- On 3/13/2026 at 3:52 PM, Through The Living Grass said: Night was becoming irritated. She sent envoys to people that should be helping right now, if they really cared. One of them, a raven, returned immediately, wounded by a mordite claw. The other, coincidentally a dove, did not return at all. She swept out a hand, gathering the radiation in the area into spears of light, sending them at Charnyx with a flick of her wrist. “Your service to a being confines you,” she said. “Have you no ideals?” A voice called up into the Night. "Hey! Do you... need help? I'd like to help." On 3/10/2026 at 2:32 PM, ThroughTheLivingSequence said: Aelinor nodded. "Good luck," she said, turning her gaze back to the forest. "I'll find you once I've visited the Dreamsmith." She gave Unintelligible a nod, and set out along the path, resisting the urge to glance back at Sequence's grave as she walked into the trees. As she walked, she remained vigilant, watching both the path and the trees beyond. She didn't know exactly how long it would take and how the entrance would present itself, so she kept her eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. It was not long before Aelinor spied a shifty-looking individual, wearing a cloak and moving covertly through the trees. 4
Verdance he/him Posted March 18 Posted March 18 (edited) 18 hours ago, NameIess said: In general they can destroy as well as Narrators create (when bonded to a mortal/empowered like Fog is), including destroying reality itself. They can wield powers over death, shadows, and that sort of thing, including creating dark constructs. More specific to Fog in her position is her ability to draw strength from the Witherlord to accomplish feats of destruction greater than Narrator's creation and become too powerful for almost any Ennuller to completely suppress. A nameless withergeist floated at the edge of a bubble of hateful reality, and exulted. It was found! The place of not-light, light-within-contained! Many withergeists had searched, but it had found the place! Cautiosly, the withergeist placed its claws against the edge of reality and began to tear gashes in it. Tiny splinters of darkness began spreading across one wall of 9/10's Primsite-containing pocket dimension, as the withergeist slowly broke in. The Witherlord smiled. "Yes. You are beaten." He held Malevolence to the sky, and called out in a booming voice. "You see this, Rebus? This version of you, beaten, defeated, despairing? Remember him. Plot against me as you wish. You will end the same." The Witherlord gather his power, darkened dynessence swelling around him as he drew back Malevolence and thrust the Blade through Symbol's chest. The abandoned character perished without a sound, destroyed by the surging darkness. But the Witherlord did not stop there. He summoned the full brunt of his power, sending it outward through the planet, sending it upwards to the heavens above. A found of darkness exploded from him, a final gift left behind as he vanished back to the Void. To the use of power on such a grand scale, the dynessence responded. As the Witherlord's power raced outward, spreading corruption across the entire sea, it moved against a rushing current and rising wave. Every drop of dynessence on the planet converged on the source of that unfathomable power, rising in a wave that stretched to the heavens in what would have been a awe-inspiring, terrifying sight if there was any light by which to see it. Left alone in darkness, Rebus and Keys heard only the Witherlord's laughter and the rushing wind of their oncoming doom. "Journal?" Lyric asked confusedly. "Of what journal do you speak?" Well, neither were my handiwork. Blame the fool who dreamed of-oh blast, I'm being deactiva- A voice called up into the Night. "Hey! Do you... need help? I'd like to help." It was not long before Aelinor spied a shifty-looking individual, wearing a cloak and moving covertly through the trees. 9/10mmHB#2 winced, then tried something. While he probably shouldn’t ignore Rebus, he could possibly- 9/10 appeared in the vault. The air, once untainted by light, dark, order, or chaos, its main defense against narrators and the like, now carried a faint scent of smoke and death. Black cracks, slashes in the defenses, were forming on the interior walls. He sighed. Light usually was a direct counter to darkness, so he couldn’t count repelling Inkwell. That meant this would be the first true test of his new form. He placed a hand on the wall, willing it to stabilize. You are a wall, he thought. Unbreakable. Your narrative is to guard this vault, and it will not be compromised. Trying to enforce the narrative was like, well, like pushing against a brick wall. Hard. Something wet ran down his face, his nose bleeding, but the cracks sealed, and the air itself in the vault felt charged with ordered light. He heard a faint screeching from outside, a mixture of pain and anger. While 9/10mmHB#2’s projection dealt with the withergeist, his main body, the one with the full name, turned to Rebus. “Sorry,” he said, wiping the blood from his face. “Agents of the Witherlord are trying to interfere. So, do you accept?” @Through the Living Heir —— Night blocked a swipe from the dark claw with a field of condensed gravity, then sent an avatar towards the voice. “Feel free, I would rather not waste too much good stardust on this one,” she replied, not letting on that this was more difficult than it looked. —— Inkwell made angry withergeist noises and contemplated the meaninglessness of existence. Edited March 18 by Through The Living Grass
Unintelligenius he/him Posted March 18 Posted March 18 On 3/12/2026 at 9:20 PM, Unintelligenius said: Bob shouted in pain as a sense of hatred overcame him, stronger than anything he had felt before in his life. But it wasn't his anger, he knew that. He pushed back against the anger and began fidgeting with a piece of paper, subconsciously forming a paper crane. He tried to combat the anger by remembering all the good times he had had with origami. The feeling of freedom. Then came the pain. Horrible, excruciating pain. Bob collapsed to the ground. All he could focus on was trying to fight off whatever was in his mind. He clenched his fists and made one last effort to push it from him. @Through The Living Ash
NameIess Posted March 18 Posted March 18 14 hours ago, Through The Living Grass said: 9/10mmHB#2 winced, then tried something. While he probably shouldn’t ignore Rebus, he could possibly- 9/10 appeared in the vault. The air, once untainted by light, dark, order, or chaos, its main defense against narrators and the like, now carried a faint scent of smoke and death. Black cracks, slashes in the defenses, were forming on the interior walls. He sighed. Light usually was a direct counter to darkness, so he couldn’t count repelling Inkwell. That meant this would be the first true test of his new form. He placed a hand on the wall, willing it to stabilize. You are a wall, he thought. Unbreakable. Your narrative is to guard this vault, and it will not be compromised. Trying to enforce the narrative was like, well, like pushing against a brick wall. Hard. Something wet ran down his face, his nose bleeding, but the cracks sealed, and the air itself in the vault felt charged with ordered light. He heard a faint screeching from outside, a mixture of pain and anger. While 9/10mmHB#2’s projection dealt with the withergeist, his main body, the one with the full name, turned to Rebus. “Sorry,” he said, wiping the blood from his face. “Agents of the Witherlord are trying to interfere. So, do you accept?” @Through the Living Heir —— Night blocked a swipe from the dark claw with a field of condensed gravity, then sent an avatar towards the voice. “Feel free, I would rather not waste too much good stardust on this one,” she replied, not letting on that this was more difficult than it looked. —— Inkwell made angry withergeist noises and contemplated the meaninglessness of existence. The withergeist fled, terrified, back into the depths of the Void. Another presence touched the barrier. Merely touched, and yet darkness seeped through the wall, tendrils of shadow creeping towards 9/10. A voice reverberated through the room. “You have made two mistakes, 9/10mmHB#2. You tried to make yourself a threat to me, in order to ‘gain respect’ from me and the others of the Thread. Succeeding, in some small way, only heightens the foolishness of this mistake. Your second mistake, of course, was leaving Inkwell alive to tell me of your actions. I have come to deal with you, 9/10mmHB#2, for you have made it impossible for me to ignore you. — “Happy to help.” Unintelligible said. He was, for some reason, holding a baseball bat. “Could you make me a spacesuit? I can’t survive in space without one.”
Verdance he/him Posted March 18 Posted March 18 50 minutes ago, NameIess said: The withergeist fled, terrified, back into the depths of the Void. Another presence touched the barrier. Merely touched, and yet darkness seeped through the wall, tendrils of shadow creeping towards 9/10. A voice reverberated through the room. “You have made two mistakes, 9/10mmHB#2. You tried to make yourself a threat to me, in order to ‘gain respect’ from me and the others of the Thread. Succeeding, in some small way, only heightens the foolishness of this mistake. Your second mistake, of course, was leaving Inkwell alive to tell me of your actions. I have come to deal with you, 9/10mmHB#2, for you have made it impossible for me to ignore you. — “Happy to help.” Unintelligible said. He was, for some reason, holding a baseball bat. “Could you make me a spacesuit? I can’t survive in space without one.” 9/10 cursed as the Witherlord’s presence filled the room, crackling and reacting with the ordered light permeating the air. Liquid nullite precipitated on the ground as the anti-narrator defense was nullified, and soon the vault was filled with an aura of chaotic darkness. Trying to show strength, 9/10 tried to burn away the dark with a flash of light. “This is my own private domicile and I will not be harassed,” he replied, but nothing happened. It seemed he had exhausted his narrative authority for the moment. Sighing, hr collapsed the projection, creating a new one on a fragment of the planet the Witherlord had just destroyed. “It’s only a mistake if I regret it,” he countered. “I was betting on you learning of my actions. Honestly, it only shows how weak you are that you had to learn this from that fool. You hold Antagonist and aren’t even fully Threadaware?” He composed himself before continuing. “Do you really want to be the last thing living in the Thread? Do you know what happens to those who destroy worlds? You will be stripped down the core of your existence, of all your legions, your power, of your very soul,” he bluffed. “If I were you I would deal with me very carefully.” —— Night had no idea how to create a space suit and guessed it would make a baseball bat very difficult to wield, so she siphoned off a small section of breathable atmosphere from a nearby planet and told it to stay put around Unintelligible.
NameIess Posted March 18 Posted March 18 1 hour ago, Through The Living Grass said: 9/10 cursed as the Witherlord’s presence filled the room, crackling and reacting with the ordered light permeating the air. Liquid nullite precipitated on the ground as the anti-narrator defense was nullified, and soon the vault was filled with an aura of chaotic darkness. Trying to show strength, 9/10 tried to burn away the dark with a flash of light. “This is my own private domicile and I will not be harassed,” he replied, but nothing happened. It seemed he had exhausted his narrative authority for the moment. Sighing, hr collapsed the projection, creating a new one on a fragment of the planet the Witherlord had just destroyed. “It’s only a mistake if I regret it,” he countered. “I was betting on you learning of my actions. Honestly, it only shows how weak you are that you had to learn this from that fool. You hold Antagonist and aren’t even fully Threadaware?” He composed himself before continuing. “Do you really want to be the last thing living in the Thread? Do you know what happens to those who destroy worlds? You will be stripped down the core of your existence, of all your legions, your power, of your very soul,” he bluffed. “If I were you I would deal with me very carefully.” —— Night had no idea how to create a space suit and guessed it would make a baseball bat very difficult to wield, so she siphoned off a small section of breathable atmosphere from a nearby planet and told it to stay put around Unintelligible. The Witherlord remained in the vault, a hole forming in the wall as he passed through into it. ”I know what I need to know.” He said simply, stepping over to the shelves laden with Prismite. “For example, I know that you cannot stop me from corrupting your entire stock of Prismite, leaving you once again useless and ignored by all the Thread.” He picked a container up off the shelf, corrupting the Prismite into Mordite with a slight exertion of his will. ”As for being the last living being, I look forward to the day when all life has been ended. When the Void is all that is, and withergeists can finally rest.” He chuckled. “I would be curious to know what force will be destroying my armies and stripping me of my power. Perhaps it is these flaws who sent you and Sanguine here?” — Unintelligible considered how best to get into space. Perhaps if he jumped as high as he could…
Keke They/he Posted March 18 Posted March 18 On 3/16/2026 at 10:05 AM, Through The Living Glass said: He cleared away the skeletons. ”Did you need something else?” Salt blinked “wait for the dude to get online and reply…”
Through the Living Heir he/him Posted March 18 Posted March 18 On 3/12/2026 at 12:40 AM, Through the living keigs said: Kai blinked. "what? Okay whatever. Obviously your Author or god or whatever you call it wanted us to meet yeah? So is there something you wanna say?" - rebyl glanced at him "Uh.. thank you." @xinoehp512 Levi and Trevor flashed their bright beams at the withergeist that got im the bottom of the ship. - Leonerd, the part chameleon, part alligator guy groaned. "I dont want to go afffffter him!" jack glared. "Boo hoo cry about jt." he tossed a littme scuttler bot after ameobus. “Yours, actually.” Rebus said. “That’s why I don’t have anything in particular to ask of you. Unless you’d like to fight a reality-destroying nexus of dark power possessing a man who already wanted to become as evil as possible.” - “I’m not your father, but I do care about you. That’s not something I do lightly.” - Ameobus had left a trail of broken machinery and shattered reality in his wake, either trying to slow pursuit or replenish the Mordite he’d lost. On 3/12/2026 at 12:48 AM, Through The Living Glass said: ooooo :3 good to know Hmm. Perhaps. Rebus suddenly grinned. Exposition. That was Bacon’s Plotblade, though I don’t think he ever used it. On 3/12/2026 at 1:35 AM, Through The Living KSauce said: Renamed didn't notice. "Chekhov's Guns?" Corvus asked. "And how many Narrators do we have already - and how many more do we need?" “Callbacks that are useful to me,” Rebus clarified. “I’ve approached a number of Narrators in parallel; I would need six for this to work as I intend.” On 3/12/2026 at 8:54 AM, Kansas Stormcursed said: "Ah. Would this hurt other Narrators?" “Well, my weapon would made out of modified Narrator cores.” Rebus shrugged. “There’s not many other options, though.” 19 hours ago, Through The Living Grass said: While 9/10mmHB#2’s projection dealt with the withergeist, his main body, the one with the full name, turned to Rebus. “Sorry,” he said, wiping the blood from his face. “Agents of the Witherlord are trying to interfere. So, do you accept?” “Allies… Yes.” Rebus nodded slowly. “We can be allies. I don’t think our ultimate goals align, but for the time being I will assist you, and accept your help in return.” On 3/12/2026 at 2:45 PM, xinoehp512 said: "By 'universe travel' you mean travel between alternate realities?" asked Onyx. "I may be able to create a bridge between such with Lore, should you desire it. But what does that have to do with facing the Witherlord?" “Indeed,” Rebus said. “I have a device that can enable this travel, but Lore may still be necessary; the fuel it’s supposed to use doesn’t seem to canonically exist here.” “The alternate realities seem to be non-canon versions of this world, reminiscent of fan-fiction. I may be able to find, for instance, a man named Benevolence, who spared the life of a man he hated in order to bring the Luxsprites back.” Rebus smiled wryly. “I suspect you see the applications…” On 3/17/2026 at 2:38 AM, NameIess said: "Journal?" Lyric asked confusedly. "Of what journal do you speak?" Well, neither were my handiwork. Blame the fool who dreamed of-oh blast, I'm being deactiva- Jack frowned. “You should have it; we were recording things in case you lost your memories.” I’m not especially surprised. Perhaps, though, we’ll meet again. On 3/17/2026 at 2:38 AM, NameIess said: The Witherlord smiled. "Yes. You are beaten." He held Malevolence to the sky, and called out in a booming voice. "You see this, Rebus? This version of you, beaten, defeated, despairing? Remember him. Plot against me as you wish. You will end the same." The Witherlord gather his power, darkened dynessence swelling around him as he drew back Malevolence and thrust the Blade through Symbol's chest. The abandoned character perished without a sound, destroyed by the surging darkness. But the Witherlord did not stop there. He summoned the full brunt of his power, sending it outward through the planet, sending it upwards to the heavens above. A found of darkness exploded from him, a final gift left behind as he vanished back to the Void. To the use of power on such a grand scale, the dynessence responded. As the Witherlord's power raced outward, spreading corruption across the entire sea, it moved against a rushing current and rising wave. Every drop of dynessence on the planet converged on the source of that unfathomable power, rising in a wave that stretched to the heavens in what would have been a awe-inspiring, terrifying sight if there was any light by which to see it. Left alone in darkness, Rebus and Keys heard only the Witherlord's laughter and the rushing wind of their oncoming doom. Rebus made a choking sound as the Symbol died, barely even aware of the Witherlord’s gloating. Kneeling in the darkness, Rebus felt only despair. Then a brief flash of pain, and then he felt nothing. - From across the Thread, Rebus watched helplessly. Symbol was dead, just like that. Grief crashed down on him even as the wave slammed into what had once been the truest version of him. He took a long, sobbing breath. And then he stopped. The burn from Redemption surged along his arm, but he halted it with a glance. “I will remember.” He didn’t smile, but he was no longer crying. “I will remember this. And I will remember Nameless.”
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