Oh, the stories I could tell that prove you right... [it's pretty intense to deal with, just, emotionally weighed down with so many memories. The fact he's this stable at all is a testament to some serious mental fortitude. He'll brag about it another time...]
Closure... closure, closure... [he repeated with a distracted tone, looking around. How could he ever hope to have something like that from this moment?
Ives' staff lay on the ground in the scene, still in focus. Ah. It was something. He finally pulled himself up from the ground, moved to it, and knelt down on one knee. Hesitating only briefly, he grabbed it with something of a wince.
The memory turned to a void and there was a deafening snarl and then snap of wood. Both would be wrenched from the memory and awaken wherever they had been.]
good spot to end off!
Closure... closure, closure... [he repeated with a distracted tone, looking around. How could he ever hope to have something like that from this moment?
Ives' staff lay on the ground in the scene, still in focus. Ah. It was something. He finally pulled himself up from the ground, moved to it, and knelt down on one knee. Hesitating only briefly, he grabbed it with something of a wince.
The memory turned to a void and there was a deafening snarl and then snap of wood. Both would be wrenched from the memory and awaken wherever they had been.]