[ All the color drains from Vax's face. He feels like he's strangling, unable to get a breath between the dual hits of realizing he's missing memories (or simply hasn't lived as many months as his sister, for the very first time in his entire life) and the weight of what she's describing. The victory at Whitestone recedes, diminished immediately by the enormity of dragons destroying Emon. Braid abandoned, Vax grabs her hand as if he'd run with her. ]
No, no. [ He's shaking his head, though he already knows this is no lie. Vex wouldn't lie to him like this. ] That can't be. We were in the crypt, and the ghosts...
[ The protest trails off. It's weak and Vax knows it. There's a beat of silence. He doesn't know what to say to her now. The urge to apologize is strong. ]
Are you alright? Is everyone alright?
[ She's here in front of him, whole and unharmed, but all that time...had she been safe then? Had he kept her safe then? ]
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No, no. [ He's shaking his head, though he already knows this is no lie. Vex wouldn't lie to him like this. ] That can't be. We were in the crypt, and the ghosts...
[ The protest trails off. It's weak and Vax knows it. There's a beat of silence. He doesn't know what to say to her now. The urge to apologize is strong. ]
Are you alright? Is everyone alright?
[ She's here in front of him, whole and unharmed, but all that time...had she been safe then? Had he kept her safe then? ]