That was...my fault. It's fuzzy, but I'm fairly certain I walked into the lake, because the music took hold. Even a priest isn't immune to the effects of this place, we're just sturdier, is all.
[Ryou reaches a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, which is oddly tingly as he vaguely recalls what happened. Vaguely being the operative word, because aside from the Sjörå's song and the fish ripping him apart, there's very little to recall.
It was dark...wasn't it? It's understandable.]
I apologize, if you saw my body before I revived. I'd never wish to expose anyone to something so ghastly on purpose.
[He very much means the apology, and there's definite honesty in his recounting, but there's a niggling uncertainty at the back of his mind, something that makes his head buzz uncomfortably. Has he felt this before...or is he as unsettled as always due to his dislike and fear of dying outside of his control? He can't quite put his finger on it...
Ryou glances down into his tea cup, his eyes somehow distant despite their glowing light.]
cw more deathscussion
That was...my fault. It's fuzzy, but I'm fairly certain I walked into the lake, because the music took hold. Even a priest isn't immune to the effects of this place, we're just sturdier, is all.
[Ryou reaches a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, which is oddly tingly as he vaguely recalls what happened. Vaguely being the operative word, because aside from the Sjörå's song and the fish ripping him apart, there's very little to recall.
It was dark...wasn't it? It's understandable.]
I apologize, if you saw my body before I revived. I'd never wish to expose anyone to something so ghastly on purpose.
[He very much means the apology, and there's definite honesty in his recounting, but there's a niggling uncertainty at the back of his mind, something that makes his head buzz uncomfortably. Has he felt this before...or is he as unsettled as always due to his dislike and fear of dying outside of his control? He can't quite put his finger on it...
Ryou glances down into his tea cup, his eyes somehow distant despite their glowing light.]