"That's always relevant." Seriously, fuck the Draconian.
"There wasn't much, that's for sure." But they'd been able to find enough to piece together the general idea of the story. So much of it contradicted itself though the details were always very muddled.
"As for what happened at camp... It was supposed to look like a summer camp but they pulled all the kids from different worlds so they could... try to force us to kill each other for 8 weeks. 2 sacrifices a week with a mass killing at the end. Of course they didn't tell us they planned to murder the survivors. Or make one of us do it." So he's not saying word 'murdergame' but yeah, that's definitely what was going on. "Messing with our heads and trying to drive us insane so we'd-"
He cuts off, swallowing hard, trying to push down the memory of Chloe's face, shattered and slick with blood and bone and so much worse under his hands. Boa's face crumpling under so much stone. It takes a long moment for him to even realize he's breathing hard and fast, eyes clenched shut.
"S-sorry..." Most of the time his memory is a blessing. So many things he can remember with so little effort, it's been invaluable for Ignis. But there are times, especially recently, where it's more a curse than a blessing. Talcott takes a moment, breathing out slowly, forcing himself to regulate his breathing, fingers curling tight around his dog tags. "They wanted everyone that died to be as frightened as humanly possible so they could use our fear to feed the God they were keeping contained. It's why they used children, too."
CW: murder trauma/gore
"There wasn't much, that's for sure." But they'd been able to find enough to piece together the general idea of the story. So much of it contradicted itself though the details were always very muddled.
"As for what happened at camp... It was supposed to look like a summer camp but they pulled all the kids from different worlds so they could... try to force us to kill each other for 8 weeks. 2 sacrifices a week with a mass killing at the end. Of course they didn't tell us they planned to murder the survivors. Or make one of us do it." So he's not saying word 'murdergame' but yeah, that's definitely what was going on. "Messing with our heads and trying to drive us insane so we'd-"
He cuts off, swallowing hard, trying to push down the memory of Chloe's face, shattered and slick with blood and bone and so much worse under his hands. Boa's face crumpling under so much stone. It takes a long moment for him to even realize he's breathing hard and fast, eyes clenched shut.
"S-sorry..." Most of the time his memory is a blessing. So many things he can remember with so little effort, it's been invaluable for Ignis. But there are times, especially recently, where it's more a curse than a blessing. Talcott takes a moment, breathing out slowly, forcing himself to regulate his breathing, fingers curling tight around his dog tags. "They wanted everyone that died to be as frightened as humanly possible so they could use our fear to feed the God they were keeping contained. It's why they used children, too."