It wasn't a sensation completely new to the guardian. She'd felt it plenty of times in life, in death, when the rest of everything faded into a dim cloud around what lied in front of her. For that moment, the city faded. The Task Force faded. The datapads that were waiting in her office, the multiverse beyond the gates, thoughts of Tamriel, it all faded.
All that remained was him.
He was so much taller, he'd grown so much in only a few measly years, and his garb alone emanated... a sort of confidence, Irene supposed, if she had to describe it.
If this was a storm, or one of the Aeon's tricks, Irene promised herself that Nautilus would be taking a sword to its heart for this one. Antovil and his stupid arrows be damned, there were some things you just don't joke about.
"Asriel," Irene finally managed, when it didn't feel like her throat was closing on her. "You... you came back...!"
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It wasn't a sensation completely new to the guardian. She'd felt it plenty of times in life, in death, when the rest of everything faded into a dim cloud around what lied in front of her. For that moment, the city faded. The Task Force faded. The datapads that were waiting in her office, the multiverse beyond the gates, thoughts of Tamriel, it all faded.
All that remained was him.
He was so much taller, he'd grown so much in only a few measly years, and his garb alone emanated... a sort of confidence, Irene supposed, if she had to describe it.
If this was a storm, or one of the Aeon's tricks, Irene promised herself that Nautilus would be taking a sword to its heart for this one. Antovil and his stupid arrows be damned, there were some things you just don't joke about.
"Asriel," Irene finally managed, when it didn't feel like her throat was closing on her. "You... you came back...!"