[Flins steps back, his 'checkup' of Dia now 'complete'. Physically, there's not much he can do for the man. Fatigue had only one cure--rest. Still, he can do what he can, and moves to the little kitchenette area to start up the stove. Tea could work wonders in situations like this.]
Do not blame yourself, my friend. I inspected the 'battleground' for casualties after the dust had settled. Despite the Baron's departure, along with his plant, the air was still thick with the Earth Element. It could bring a god to its knees. And your alignment made especially susceptible.
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[That explains so much. Flins had a feeling that Diarmuid aligned more with the spirits he spoke with than the humans he interacted with. He couldn't explain why until now. His face remains unchanged as the steam starts to escape the kettle, fingers gripping his arm just a little tighter as Dia continues on.
It was one thing to die. It's a natural course of things in this world. How many unjust deaths had the Ratniks suffered during his time? How many bodies had he buried? He lost count. But for Dia to not have even that, no resting place because he was not granted the gift of a real body to start with...it puts something unsettling in his heart.
Was there really going to be nothing for Flins to lay to rest, when that time came? A chilling thought.
Especially because that wasn't the only thing that was taken. Diarmuid was suffering amnesia as well. Selective, from the sound of it, as Dia knew who HE was.]
Your 'death' only happened recently, I believe that memory shall return with time and rest. Your unique situation is likely playing a part. The body houses the soul, and since you do not technically have a body, I can only assume its quite scattered.
Think of your corporeal form like...a jar of fireflies. Now take away the jar. Until your jar is strong enough to hold the fireflies again, they will be nothing but scattered insects.
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Date: 2025-11-14 09:38 am (UTC)Do not blame yourself, my friend. I inspected the 'battleground' for casualties after the dust had settled. Despite the Baron's departure, along with his plant, the air was still thick with the Earth Element. It could bring a god to its knees. And your alignment made especially susceptible.
...
[That explains so much. Flins had a feeling that Diarmuid aligned more with the spirits he spoke with than the humans he interacted with. He couldn't explain why until now. His face remains unchanged as the steam starts to escape the kettle, fingers gripping his arm just a little tighter as Dia continues on.
It was one thing to die. It's a natural course of things in this world. How many unjust deaths had the Ratniks suffered during his time? How many bodies had he buried? He lost count. But for Dia to not have even that, no resting place because he was not granted the gift of a real body to start with...it puts something unsettling in his heart.
Was there really going to be nothing for Flins to lay to rest, when that time came? A chilling thought.
Especially because that wasn't the only thing that was taken. Diarmuid was suffering amnesia as well. Selective, from the sound of it, as Dia knew who HE was.]
Your 'death' only happened recently, I believe that memory shall return with time and rest. Your unique situation is likely playing a part. The body houses the soul, and since you do not technically have a body, I can only assume its quite scattered.
Think of your corporeal form like...a jar of fireflies. Now take away the jar. Until your jar is strong enough to hold the fireflies again, they will be nothing but scattered insects.
You will remember your beloved in time, Diarmuid.