I spent the next hour getting Tymon to try various foods. Then, we went to a haunted house for the Halloween festivities. Turns out, being able to sense everyone around makes it difficult to be surprised by jump scares.
The outing was meant for us to get to know each other better. I wanted Tymon to see me as a friend, someone he could trust.
As we walked back toward HQ, I felt we'd grown closer. I still didn't know anything about his past, however. When I asked, he said it wasn't something he liked to talk about. Not wanting to push too hard, I knew that was enough for tonight.
On our way to the city's edge, we took a shortcut through an empty parking lot.
While there, Tymon complimented a nice red truck we passed.
Shortly after leaving the parking lot, we were waiting at a crosswalk as traffic passed when we saw a drunk man approaching the street from the other side.
"He's gonna stop, right," I said.
"I don't know, but I'm getting a strong sense of death off him," Tymon stated calmly. "He's about to get himself killed."
Although there was traffic, the man didn't slow down or stop at the road's edge. Instead, he tried to run to our side during a break between vehicles. Halfway there, he stumbled and fell onto the road as a van's tires screeched in an attempt to stop.
Sadly, the van was already too close and was moving too fast to come to a complete stop.
Just as the van was about to smash into the poor, drunk man, I saw a dark blur dash across the street. The drunken man was no longer on the ground in the middle of the road; he was standing on the other side of the street next to Tymon.
The van driver relieved he hadn't hit anyone, drove off as our lights signaled us to walk across the street. The drunk man walked past me as I walked to the other side.
"I don't sense death lingering on him anymore. I think he'll be fine," Tymon assured me.
"You just saved his life," I said, smiling. "That must've felt good."
"Yeah, it did," Tymon said, smiling back.
After leaving the city, I used my combat board, and Tymon flew as we made our way back to HQ.
I said goodnight to Tymon and went to take a shower before going to bed. After showering, I found myself sitting on my bed in my towel. I thought about how I was able to use part of Temporal Sight's power to increase my vision earlier and figured I could try the same to conjure a vision consciously.
It shouldn't be that difficult, right?
I closed my eyes and concentrated. I tried focusing on the future in general. Whether it was a day, a year, or a thousand years, I just wanted to activate it on my own.
My head suddenly began to feel like it would explode as I clutched it desperately. I saw a quick glimpse of my hands being severed while pulling on a lever. I watched as I crumbled to the floor, and my blood pooled around me. As I lay bleeding out, I heard a man say, "I told you not to try anything stupid."
I couldn't pinpoint precisely when the events in the vision would occur, but I could tell it was soon. It felt like somewhere around a week from the current time.
I opened my eyes as I left the vision. Not three seconds later, my limbs stopped responding to me, and my vision darkened as I blacked out from exhaustion.
While my body slept, Viraa pulled my weakened consciousness back to the white void of a room she occupied in my head.
"That was a dangerous stunt you just pulled," Viraa began. "I told you before; humans are not meant to have cintracies. They require more energy than you can produce. You just used your human spirit energy to use Temporal Sight. Had I not sensed what you were doing and added some of my own at the last minute, the cost to use it would have killed you."
"S-Sorry..." I responded sluggishly.
Viraa sighed as I felt her lift my mental body and place it on the white sofa in the room.
"Until you can call up more of my energy within you, you shouldn't try using the cintracy that way again," she said softly.
"Okay," I heard myself reply as I drifted off. The last thing I remembered was thinking it was weird that I was falling asleep while sleeping as the lights in the white room turned off.
* * *
While falling asleep, Tymon couldn't stop thinking about that sensation he'd gotten when he saw Avarice. It felt like something important was missing.
Now that Tymon had better control of his energy, his mind also felt clearer. He found himself in a dark tunnel as he slept, drifting to wherever his subconscious took him. Along the edges of the tunnel were thousands of scenes with chains around them that he was initially clueless about. But, as he passed each scene, the chains would break, and the events within each became very familiar to him.
He realized they were his memories—the memories of his previous life.
Further ahead, at the end of the tunnel, was a bright light with a large set of heavy chains on them.
Considering how each memory he'd obtained so far was from his previous life's childhood to 500 years, Tymon was sure the light at the end was the last memories of his previous life. They were the memories of his death.
Tymon suddenly felt his body speed up as he approached the light faster and faster, regaining memory after memory in the process. He braced himself as he crashed through the chains and entered the light.