He could hear that voice again and it seemed to have come closer as if it was next to him. Temo looked up to see the shadow seemed to have come to torture him in his waking state. The blurred shadow that his eyes refused to focus on seemed different from his dreams. His tried to force his eyes to focus and the dark blur slowly turned into a fuzzy dark figure. The thought processes slowly churned through his head as he wondered if this was a new form of dream to haunt him with or if he was awake.
A memory seemed to slowly rise up out of nowhere and he was not sure what triggered it, maybe it was the new scent that seemed to be trying to fill his nose. A memory of a past life, a time that he wanted to return to. D.a... he tried to speak. His tongue worked around his mouth for a moment and seemed to dredge up some saliva that he swallowed wetting his throat. Dal...gina? he croaked. He took a few moments to work up more saliva and quietly spoke with a partially dry mouth, Thought . family . gone . . . no . more . . . my . jace . gone . Speaking seemed to take more out of him than it used to and he laid quietly and panted from the exertion.
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