That’s right. And I did — over and over and over again.
[The sight before them suddenly warps, changes. The environment, the walls, flashes of memory being dredged up from Ardyn’s mind to put each one on display for a half second at best. From one setting to another, from one ailing person to another, the scene changes before the two of them like frames in a film. Speeding up, each flicker reveals a different person, a different day, but one thing remains the same — it is always Ardyn, healing them.]
Hundreds. Thousands. As many who needed it.
[It becomes a rush of color, blazing past them, almost disorienting. How many had he healed? Were they all nestled in his memory somewhere, fragmented, but still alive? How much of an impact this part of his life must’ve been for him.]
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[The sight before them suddenly warps, changes. The environment, the walls, flashes of memory being dredged up from Ardyn’s mind to put each one on display for a half second at best. From one setting to another, from one ailing person to another, the scene changes before the two of them like frames in a film. Speeding up, each flicker reveals a different person, a different day, but one thing remains the same — it is always Ardyn, healing them.]
Hundreds. Thousands. As many who needed it.
[It becomes a rush of color, blazing past them, almost disorienting. How many had he healed? Were they all nestled in his memory somewhere, fragmented, but still alive? How much of an impact this part of his life must’ve been for him.]