Estinien doesn't push away Ryunosuke's attempt to steady and comfort him, though he doesn't make it into a sitting position either. He's writhing, grabbing at his hair and head as if trying to tear something out of it. He feels like he's in a dream he can't wake up from, with no concrete sense of time or space. Even his own body doesn't feel real.

He yells, suddenly, at no particular target. Thankfully, it doesn't amplify into the roar that Ryunosuke has heard more than once at that point. Instead, he curls forward again, his wings still doing their best to shelter him, as if from some unseen threat.

"What has it done... ?" There hasn't been enough time to feel around the edges of the gaps in his memory, to take full stock of what he's lost. Right now, it feels like throwing white paint across a tapestry. "I can't... Who... Who was I...?"

What came before this? Before he awoke here, trembling? He remembers fighting against the Kenoma, again and again, and suffering for it... but he'd had a home, hadn't he?

Where had it gone?