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Your memories are fading faster and faster. You probably don’t remember me.
A voice in my mind? There’s a glowing praying mantis about the size of a cat hooked onto the grate and staring at me.
“I think I would remember glowing telepathic bugs.”
This is just a projection. Normally I do not glow and am quite a bit larger than the form you see.
“Sorry, I’ve met a lot of people since I came to this city.”
You met me before you came to the city.
I’m not sure what to say. I want to talk to about the things that happened before I arrived in this city, but I can’t remember. Everything is too fuzzy and fragmented to properly recall.
“I can’t remember it too well. I’ve been living in this city for a, um, really long time. I think.”
It’s been less than a season. I’ve enjoyed observing this city. I recognized your arena teammates coming in here and decided to follow them in and found you here. This is quite the hiding hole.
The bug doesn’t seem too worried about correcting me. If it’s right, what is going on? I don’t think I should be losing memories.
Your memory loss began shortly after we met. Directly after our meeting, you were traumatized by your own actions. I was there and can show you my memories of what happened.
“Who are you?”
My name is Tyu. I was the doctor of a plantation you attacked. I decided to assist you in the escape as my studies of neurology and endocrinology had plateaued.
“And you can show me this memory?”
I can show you my view.
Tyu pushes its body against the grate and melts through it, like a gelatin reforming after passing through. An appendage from the middle of its body pushes out towards me with a glowing finger pointing at my head.
“This is safe?” I’m having second thoughts regarding the wisdom of this. Why didn’t I consider that earlier? Why am I trusting an insect?
I remember watching the orc and kobold children soothe you as you wept and flew us from the plantation. I shall not do anything to harm you, but you may not enjoy reliving this memory.
I might as well trust this thing. I don’t know what else to do right now. I close my eyes.
“Go ahead and do it. I’ve got nothing to lose.”
That is not true.
Then I feel the gooey finger on my forehead, and I my perception of reality goes crazy.