The Beginning
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redemptionroadIt had been strange, feeling sparks and pricks of sanity after so long. And even though the insane part had tried to suppress it, the sane part had refused to be smothered again. Instead, he had fought for the surface, for sanity, until both sides of him had realized there was a good reason to long to be sane again.
Was there a way? It wasn't a normal insanity that could be helped with doctors and pills and therapy. Perhaps ... if there were secret treasures of the Ancients, one of those might grant his deepest wish?
It had been such a long journey to find what he sought. And then he had, and it worked, and suddenly he was sane again and the full weight of his sins was crashing down on him.
He stumbled, holding a shaking hand to his head. Everything he had done … and said … it was horrible. Beyond horrible. He would never be free of it. No one could ever love him again, especially not Cloud. It was impossible.
He swayed, barely paying attention to his surroundings. He was weak, he was dizzy, everything was spiraling out of control. Then he collapsed in the road, having unconsciously unfurled all seven wings on his back.
Was there a way? It wasn't a normal insanity that could be helped with doctors and pills and therapy. Perhaps ... if there were secret treasures of the Ancients, one of those might grant his deepest wish?
It had been such a long journey to find what he sought. And then he had, and it worked, and suddenly he was sane again and the full weight of his sins was crashing down on him.
He stumbled, holding a shaking hand to his head. Everything he had done … and said … it was horrible. Beyond horrible. He would never be free of it. No one could ever love him again, especially not Cloud. It was impossible.
He swayed, barely paying attention to his surroundings. He was weak, he was dizzy, everything was spiraling out of control. Then he collapsed in the road, having unconsciously unfurled all seven wings on his back.
