[ The vision pours over her much in the way they always do--like watching a film reel of something she isn't supposed to witness. Himeka had given up questioning why these would happen in Abraxas as well. No matter how far from Her, it seems that Hydaelyn's gift spans stars.
She can see the garage, smell the motor oil. Sights and smells that she's not used to but can place thanks to the Ironworks and Skysteel Manufactory. Except this is Nero and a strange, boxy vehicle. And an ominously cloaked figure. Nero is what she has learned is his normal sarcastic self, but not without an underlying welcoming nature that quickly turns on him.
An arm, one that is very different than the right arm she's seen Nero possess begins to glow, scaled and...well it looks like it could have come from a Voidsent. There's an energy to it she can't quite make out.
"You a demon?"
Then it all happens in a rush. Nero is thrown, his arm is torn right off, blood spills forth like someone opened a new spring. She can feel it too--keenly, almost like it was her own. She grits her teeth through the pain, holding onto her right arm that is still very much there even in this memory space.
Himeka watches, wide-eyed at the scene in front of her.
And then a portal--that man-- ]
Who is that?
[ She asks aloud to no one in particular--that's not how these usually work, after all.
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She can see the garage, smell the motor oil. Sights and smells that she's not used to but can place thanks to the Ironworks and Skysteel Manufactory. Except this is Nero and a strange, boxy vehicle. And an ominously cloaked figure. Nero is what she has learned is his normal sarcastic self, but not without an underlying welcoming nature that quickly turns on him.
An arm, one that is very different than the right arm she's seen Nero possess begins to glow, scaled and...well it looks like it could have come from a Voidsent. There's an energy to it she can't quite make out.
"You a demon?"
Then it all happens in a rush. Nero is thrown, his arm is torn right off, blood spills forth like someone opened a new spring. She can feel it too--keenly, almost like it was her own. She grits her teeth through the pain, holding onto her right arm that is still very much there even in this memory space.
Himeka watches, wide-eyed at the scene in front of her.
And then a portal--that man-- ]
Who is that?
[ She asks aloud to no one in particular--that's not how these usually work, after all.
But she isn't alone. ]