the time of your life (you just can't tell)

[Laruku Tears]

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The tawny male wondered what it would be like to lose his memory. He wondered if he would care, if he would have a completely different personality, if any vestiges of his past would cling on to him (or if he would cling on to them). He wondered if he would try to get them back, or if he would just try to start over. He wondered if the demon in his head would still be there, if perhaps he would just wake up as him one day instead of himself (of course, they were the same person, in the end). He wondered what it would be like to be free, as it were, of everything he'd gone through. He wondered if he would still know that he deserved every scar on his body; he wondered if he would still want to die.



Iskata's lost her memory once, Laruku told the other, I think she's gotten most of it back now, so maybe she could help somehow with that. He shrugged. Iskata had also had the help of her telepathic mate-to-be, but she'd still gone through the experience of losing and regaining memories. And if things are starting to look familiar, then maybe you're from around here. Or at least, from the other side of the mountain before everything caught fire.



He gave another haphazard smile, Everyone that leaves here seems to come back eventually. It's like some kind of curse. Oh, that again. Distantly, he wondered when exactly he'd started believing in that (if he even actually did). After all, hadn't he told Maluki so long ago that he didn't believe a word of it? He couldn't remember.

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