[ Something else, a fact that he'd known from his time here (at least, he thinks it's from his time here - his memories a jumbled, jagged mess but he could have sworn that he had collected all the pieces and had finally put them back together), falls into place.
His gaze hasn't moved. Something draws him further into the ship and he begins to take a step further into the dark, yawning dark. ]
No. I had a life before this. Before Abraxas. Before being a god.
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His gaze hasn't moved. Something draws him further into the ship and he begins to take a step further into the dark, yawning dark. ]
No. I had a life before this. Before Abraxas. Before being a god.