[He gripped the side of his head, memories that were not and yet they were true still there. The king. The four others - silver, blue, green, yellow - looking up at them. The king doing something - the Core, ripping out a piece of his soul - and the wild energy that ripped...]
I... [He shuddered, his nose starting to bleed again as he gripped at his chest.] What's happening?
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I... [He shuddered, his nose starting to bleed again as he gripped at his chest.] What's happening?