"I… Morningstar, now in the body of a mortal? What has happened? Have I fallen?"
Scar shook his head, attempting to shake loose the confusion tangling his identity.
"Somehow, I feel that Morningstar and I have become one."
He clutched his head in desperation, reaching for something beyond what he currently possessed. But there was nothing there. Nothing at all.
He was supposed to be hated. That was what felt right… what made sense of the world's hatred toward him. And yet everything he could remember was clean of it.
His eyes moved from his predecessors to the chained creature. He tried moving toward it, and found himself right back where he started, as if the space between them refused to be crossed. He had tried before. He had hoped this time would be different. It wasn't.
He exhaled.
"I understand it now."
The moment the words left his mouth, his body began fading, and when his eyes opened, Amber was already beside him.
"You don't seem okay… what happened?"
