Fedlimid leaned back against the thin padding of the bed, his face etched with a weariness that went far beyond physical pain. His eyes, dim and unfocused, wandered across the room before settling on his hands.
They trembled slightly as he flexed his fingers, and a ghost of a frown pulled at his lips. "Things feel... different." He murmured, the words fragile as if spoken aloud for the first time. "It's not just what I see, it's how I feel everything. Places that should mean nothing to me... they overwhelm me. They're heavy with something I can't even explain. And then there's... the figure."
He hesitated, his voice faltering, as though he were afraid to say more. "It's always there, just at the edge of my mind. Something I recognize, or at least... want to. But I don't trust it. I can't. Maybe it's what my heart wishes to see, or maybe I'm losing my mind entirely."
