observation five; voice - forward dated to some sane hour, like 11 AM!!!

[soulbonder]

Why am I in this room again? [There's a familiar voice, but no monotone here. In fact, Astral sounds more like he did when Black Mist had control of his body. Only you know, scared and a complete wreck.] Everything feels wrong and I can't fly and my feet have fingers and my skin is weird and my hair keeps falling into my face and it's cold and hard and uncomfortable and- [HEAVES. Now he's crying.]

What's this? My face is wet. Aren't these tears? Why? Why am I crying? What's going on?

Yuma? Yuma? Yuma? Are you still here? Are you alright? I don't know what's going on. What's happening to me? Yuma. [He remembers throwing him out a window oh my oh my oh my]

[AND THE FEED ENDS BECAUSE WOW THIS IS PATHETIC.]

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[anagrammatist]

[here is just some silent, invisible acknowledgement. he'd kind of figured, based on this whole post.]

What is a "Numbers"?

[soulbonder]

They are... the pieces of my memories.

[anagrammatist]

[and you just got considerably more interesting, Astral.]

Pieces of your memories? [pause.] And they were able to influence you as well?