This chapter was written in collaboration with Scylla.
Amon knew he was in trouble.
It was a feeling he hadn’t had for many, many years… not since he was a grad student who was starry-eyed and wet-behind-the-considerably-long-ears. Back before he’d gained fame among his peers and the technologist community… back before people stopped looking too closely at the right-and-wrong of his outcomes, and more at the success of his outcomes themselves.
Suffice to say, that when he saw the… pure disappointment… etched on Koh and Mocho’s faces upon his entry into the room, Amon wasn’t quite sure how to hold himself. Normally, this was the point where he’d put on the actor’s air, cut a few jokes, lighten the room, and spin something to put himself in a better light.
But something told the Elezen that his companions knew exactly what he did. And no tale he spun would override the breach of trust he’d created with his actions.
Amon sat down at the wooden table at some distance from Scylla, finding nothing to say.
Thankfully, Koh’s attention and curiosity turned away from him, though not with a flicker of expression that told him clearly – We’ll discuss this later. The cat-girl’s eyes drifted to Scylla, the way someone would observe something that had just stepped out of a story book.
“You are… uh…” the scholar stopped talking as soon as she caught sight of Scylla’s royal red Allagan eyes, understanding what she saw. As usual, she’d tried to gather a brave approach, and in her typical way, didn’t get far with the delivery. Instead, all she managed to say was, “Scylla..?”
“Koh?” Scylla answered back, eyes darting up to the Miqo’te’s nervous face.
“Ahh, I now understand why you didn’t recognize me when I first came to your door.”
Scylla frowned, before looking down again at the table, continuing to trace her finger along the knot pattern.
“You would certainly be expecting a six-headed dog monster speaking in High Formal-Allagspeech, compliments of your friend over there.”
The white mage nodded her head over to Amon, before looking back at the two company members before them.
“The truth is, I don’t know who I am.” Scylla explained. “Unlike Amon, I had a life and identity here before being rudely lied to, kidnapped, and forced to recall everything… Every torturous memory so that he could reclaim his rightful place as the puppeteer of a void-tainted society.”
“So yes.” She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “I remember everything now. All that was lost.”
Her breath seethed between her lips, enunciating every syllable of the following words from her mouth. “I remember every second of torture -he- put me through until I fell to the sword and spell of the Warrior of Light and companions.”