Rallohir

"I'm a little overwhelmed, but otherwise I think I'm doing ok."

"That sounds... right. Thank you." He smiled back.

"Who was I? What were my interests?"

He felt some of his anxiety lessen, "Oh, well that's definitely a positive."

"Good, I guess.... Was I a good person? You know, before the...." He trailed off, "The entity, that is."

What role did he play in this world. What kind of person was he? Was he good or bad, shy or confident, powerful or weak, smart or dumb. Was he a friend to Vena, or something more? Was he worth something? He didn't feel like he was particularly special, although he had killed a very powerful being hadn't he? He couldn't remember...

Rallohir is too consumed in his own thoughts to notice whats going on. He thinks about what has happened, why he must have been fighting... what was his purpose?

Rallohir walked silently behind them, contemplating his own thoughts.

"Woah, are you ok?"

"Well, it seems like nobody died, and the entity is gone, so I think you must've done fairly well, all things considered."

He tracked the veins up his arm, then pulled his sleeve back and found it ended just after hitting his chest. He must've been a fighter or warrior of some sort, as he had defined muscle that he hadn't particularly noticed before.

He took her hand, standing up. His eyes widened when he saw the black veins in his arm. "Is that normal? Was that always there?"

He had just met her, yet now he couldn't get her out of his head. She might as well be the most important thing you will ever do, and you don't even know who she is. He thought to himself.

He looked a little surprised. "Oh... thank you. That means a lot." He said sincerely

"I'm confused, am I in danger, what will make this so painful?"

"Wait, what comes next?"

"An entity? Does this sort of thing happen often?"

"Is that my name, I can't seem to recall who I am."

His eyes opened and he sat up, rubbing his head. He didn't know where he was, or why he was on the ground. He wasn't quite sure who he was either. He spent a few moments trying to figure that out when he noticed he wasn't alone. Standing nearby was a young man with scars along his arms, and next to him was a beautiful young woman with short brown hair and silvery eyes. He realized he was staring and looked away, an apparent look of confusion on his face. "Where am I? Why was I sleeping on the ground? Do I know you people?"

His arm returns to it's normal color, but the veins remain, a scar of sorts. He doesn't wake however.

He was, but his right forearm was still grey, and the black veins had spread all the way to his chest.

Rallohir collapses in a heap the moment the entity leaves.

Rallohir's arm begins to die, veins turning black and skin turning grey against the entity's power. He screams in pain, but keeps the knife there.