[ He singles in on those last memories and is met with a very visual recollection of the "birth" of the so-called Beast of Gevaudan. The image of looking down the barrel of a gun before he knows it's going to shoot. The burning feeling of being pierced. Calling for help but those pleas falling on deaf ears. All these things he was asked to remember. Things he couldn't bear to ever forget. And that single ray of light, the center of which lie a familiar silhouette but he never...
He'd never reached them.
Not that he can remember. ]
...my last memories aren't my own. They're Jean-Jaques'. After that I... I don't remember. Did I pass out? Even so I remember thinking if I made it just a bit further, I'd be safe...
[ The pain he registered back then from that memory was capable of doing something like making him lose consciousness. That doesn't account for what Vanitas seems to think he should know though. ]
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[ He singles in on those last memories and is met with a very visual recollection of the "birth" of the so-called Beast of Gevaudan. The image of looking down the barrel of a gun before he knows it's going to shoot. The burning feeling of being pierced. Calling for help but those pleas falling on deaf ears. All these things he was asked to remember. Things he couldn't bear to ever forget. And that single ray of light, the center of which lie a familiar silhouette but he never...
He'd never reached them.
Not that he can remember. ]
...my last memories aren't my own. They're Jean-Jaques'. After that I... I don't remember. Did I pass out? Even so I remember thinking if I made it just a bit further, I'd be safe...
[ The pain he registered back then from that memory was capable of doing something like making him lose consciousness. That doesn't account for what Vanitas seems to think he should know though. ]