Uriel thought he knew pain.
But he didn't. He truly didn't.
He'd never felt sadness so deep that all colour drained from his soul, rage so potent he lost all touch with reality, or bliss so consuming that his very spirit shuddered beneath it.
Until now.
"…"
His mind, shattered and broken, was mended by his storm of memories, an anchoring point to his consciousness and identity, the only thing stopping him from dissolving entirely.
Perhaps to say his mind had been mended would be an overstatement, a massive one. It would be far more accurate to say that the shards of his mind now loosely stuck to one another, barely held together by force of will alone.
If it hadn't been for his Uniqueness stopping time, his mind would have most likely collapsed once again, scattering beyond recovery.
"Uriel!"
Uriel's gaze shook, then slowly gained clarity, Ophanis' voice piercing into his very soul and dragging him back from the abyss he'd drowned in.
