'These... This...' Eldrian paused, unable to make sense of things. 'Was that me?' He questioned. The past hour replying in his mind. Finding himself in a state like lucid dreaming, only what he was dreaming was real and fake.
One moment it would be the battle or the pain of his wounds. The other it might be his fear of losing his friends. Then next it was his fear for his child.
Wait... His child?
'That isn't right... I have no child. Heck, I've never been with a woman.' It had taken Eldrian some time to break through the anger and realize that not all the things he was feeling were his own emotions or even memories.
He had thought that many of the memories were false, yet now he recalled something similar had happened before. 'Are these, Medion's memories? Was his anger added to mine?'
