It's the first conclusion he settles on, as the dread of the situation falls into place. He wonders, briefly, if this is how Barbatos might look at the world, or even something like the Nightbringer - a web of possibilities, of cause and effect, intertwined and stretching on into forever. Just a glimpse feels like enough to bring a normal man to madness.
But more than that, it's the yawning maw of disconnection that lingers over all. To have that robbed so immediately, by something so distant and beyond you... truly, the heavens were no different elsewhere than they were back home, if this had come from them.
He lets the memory play as it will, in its chaos and destruction, its existential dread, feeling the turn of his head but not seeing who is there to pursue him. Perhaps it's for the better, that he just sees Day instead.
The intensity of its progression does have Solomon stumbling by the end, a hand clenched to his shirt as his heart races underneath. But he keeps his mind level, keeps his breathing as even as he can possibly manage. He has seen his share of the unthinkable. One more, for the Fountain, for its unending depths.
His gaze searches for Day in a haze, trying to ground himself with another firm exhale.]
...Who was it? Who were the ones who robbed you like that?
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It's the first conclusion he settles on, as the dread of the situation falls into place. He wonders, briefly, if this is how Barbatos might look at the world, or even something like the Nightbringer - a web of possibilities, of cause and effect, intertwined and stretching on into forever. Just a glimpse feels like enough to bring a normal man to madness.
But more than that, it's the yawning maw of disconnection that lingers over all. To have that robbed so immediately, by something so distant and beyond you... truly, the heavens were no different elsewhere than they were back home, if this had come from them.
He lets the memory play as it will, in its chaos and destruction, its existential dread, feeling the turn of his head but not seeing who is there to pursue him. Perhaps it's for the better, that he just sees Day instead.
The intensity of its progression does have Solomon stumbling by the end, a hand clenched to his shirt as his heart races underneath. But he keeps his mind level, keeps his breathing as even as he can possibly manage. He has seen his share of the unthinkable. One more, for the Fountain, for its unending depths.
His gaze searches for Day in a haze, trying to ground himself with another firm exhale.]
...Who was it? Who were the ones who robbed you like that?