[But the word dies in his throat as the illusions take shape: a familiar, if younger boy with silvery hair and light brown eyes as he's led into a lab by his parents, the interior of the lab itself seemingly growing to surround them in order to set the scene. The child is swiftly taken to meet a robed man who promises him magic, shown a lonely girl kept isolated in a room, her tiny body covered in bandaged wounds--
The next time the boy appears, his eyes are bright blue and his smile infectious in its cheer, all contrary to the unfortunate tale that unfolds soon after.
...And all Ahito can do is simply watch as his past plays out before his very eyes yet again.]
no subject
It's not kids. It's the forest. Careful-
[But the word dies in his throat as the illusions take shape: a familiar, if younger boy with silvery hair and light brown eyes as he's led into a lab by his parents, the interior of the lab itself seemingly growing to surround them in order to set the scene. The child is swiftly taken to meet a robed man who promises him magic, shown a lonely girl kept isolated in a room, her tiny body covered in bandaged wounds--
The next time the boy appears, his eyes are bright blue and his smile infectious in its cheer, all contrary to the unfortunate tale that unfolds soon after.
...And all Ahito can do is simply watch as his past plays out before his very eyes yet again.]