[ — Estinien''s still Pleroma aligned, though. That's the first thing that registers to Childe as he approaches the display, his mind flashing a reminder visual of that mangled corpse of the Innocence from that nightmare he had that night. Childe observes in silence, not thinking very much at all other than a brief good for him. Of course, he knows it's probably to do more with the Innocence entity than anything else considering he's still breathing but barely being head together in any manner. Yeah, he saw that, too, didn't he?
He saw the Kenoma, too, dripping and leaking and consuming. Nice to know his mind isn't too far off the mark.
He saw something like this and yet not like this at all. His dream was fake, but there's something in the back of his mind that needs kept locked away that reminds him he's seen something almost like this in the Abyss— heard it, saw it, felt it, and smelled it because the Abyss was everything and everywhere when one was in the void. Was this something that would have happened to him if Skirk had not rescued him? If he never found a way out of the Abyss?
Entrophy always seems to visually exist as a kind of primordial swamp, dragging anything back to where it came from, doesn't it?
He's mentally triggered himself over this for the last several days that he ultimately feels ... nothing. Not in a way suggesting he's unaffected but that he's been desensitized. There's nothing that follows that realization, either—neither relief nor concern. It's a pin dropping in an empty room onto an empty floor. Even so, his eyes are sad, having an eerie light in them that they didn't have prior, reminiscent of his Abyss Form's cape. Normally, that would be a good thing, but Childe's pretty sure it's part of that curse that had him retain Abyss Form after the battle.
It has to be a curse. What else could it possibly be?
Closing his eyes, finally, Childe turns away to look over those present and make note of the ones who are not there that should be. There's no pressure or mandate, but there is silent expectation and silent assumptions made as with everything when there is a choice. He goes to slide his mask back over his face, having only taken it off in some semblance of respect. If he is going to gaze on someone or something fully bared to the world, he can spare the same, even if ultimately their states don't even remotely compare.
For the rest of the Kenoma, his mask is just fine. He hasn't seen any of them in days, and he knows none of them questioned where he might have been during that time (although the most likely ones had been severely injured or dead, so what's to expect?)... Besides, he's noticed when he doesn't wear the mask that sometimes he sees things that aren't there. He can only assume whatever has been done to his eyes means such things will take time to adjust back to normal. Even now he sees momentary tendrils or drips or smears on the wall made of Kenoma essence where it doesn't seem to exist—or something like tears leading to the abyss? He's had a hard time telling the difference at this point. The only thing he's sure of by now is that they're not real.
Childe hesitates with putting his mask on fully as his ears pick up the sudden haunting, sorrowful sobbing and the dirty ruined white feathers at the very edge of his vision that are gone as soon as he turns to focus on them.
Almost sure, anyway. Besides, he's never needed the help of any additional "curses" after what's he put himself through.]
open.
He saw the Kenoma, too, dripping and leaking and consuming. Nice to know his mind isn't too far off the mark.
He saw something like this and yet not like this at all. His dream was fake, but there's something in the back of his mind that needs kept locked away that reminds him he's seen something almost like this in the Abyss— heard it, saw it, felt it, and smelled it because the Abyss was everything and everywhere when one was in the void. Was this something that would have happened to him if Skirk had not rescued him? If he never found a way out of the Abyss?
Entrophy always seems to visually exist as a kind of primordial swamp, dragging anything back to where it came from, doesn't it?
He's mentally triggered himself over this for the last several days that he ultimately feels ... nothing. Not in a way suggesting he's unaffected but that he's been desensitized. There's nothing that follows that realization, either—neither relief nor concern. It's a pin dropping in an empty room onto an empty floor. Even so, his eyes are sad, having an eerie light in them that they didn't have prior, reminiscent of his Abyss Form's cape. Normally, that would be a good thing, but Childe's pretty sure it's part of that curse that had him retain Abyss Form after the battle.
It has to be a curse.
What else could it possibly be?
Closing his eyes, finally, Childe turns away to look over those present and make note of the ones who are not there that should be. There's no pressure or mandate, but there is silent expectation and silent assumptions made as with everything when there is a choice. He goes to slide his mask back over his face, having only taken it off in some semblance of respect. If he is going to gaze on someone or something fully bared to the world, he can spare the same, even if ultimately their states don't even remotely compare.
For the rest of the Kenoma, his mask is just fine. He hasn't seen any of them in days, and he knows none of them questioned where he might have been during that time (although the most likely ones had been severely injured or dead, so what's to expect?)... Besides, he's noticed when he doesn't wear the mask that sometimes he sees things that aren't there. He can only assume whatever has been done to his eyes means such things will take time to adjust back to normal. Even now he sees momentary tendrils or drips or smears on the wall made of Kenoma essence where it doesn't seem to exist—or something like tears leading to the abyss? He's had a hard time telling the difference at this point. The only thing he's sure of by now is that they're not real.
Childe hesitates with putting his mask on fully as his ears pick up the sudden haunting, sorrowful sobbing and the dirty ruined white feathers at the very edge of his vision that are gone as soon as he turns to focus on them.
Almost sure, anyway. Besides, he's never needed the help of any additional "curses" after what's he put himself through.]