What exactly can be considered awakening?
It is strange at first, for why would there be a need to awaken right after the battle in which he had sacrificed himself? What exactly is the point when he has made sure his family and friends are safe? Indeed, he thought that there would merely be oblivion but instead, there is this overwhelming darkness, whispers coming to him from all around and he does not know where he is, does not know what he is doing or whether he is even thinking. The darkness is overwhelming in nature and—how long has he been here? How long has he floated in this space and thought and thought and thought about his actions—for these whispers do not quieten at all; they are accusatory in nature and it is only then (oh, only then) that he realizes the extent of how angry they are—and what he is doing here and…
"This is your burden to bear."
The imperious voice does not fail to cut through the rabble of whispersshoutsSCREAMS echoing within his mind and he thinks he turns, thinks that the Conqueror is right there beside him but he is all around, encompassing in nature for this space is not the afterlife, is not anything because-!
"You were scared. You did not go through with what you promised."
If he had a face, perchance it will have crumbled from such information, from the blows that come and he wishes he can deny it, but he does not have a tongue nor mouth to speak—
( how ironic. how ironic. the one born to speak with us is speechless, cannot express ours nor his own desires; such a disappointment— )
-At least, he thinks he doesn't but it hurts somehow. It aches within whatever bones he possesses and it does not stop and it is only then that he realizes the gravity of how pissed the remnants must be at him, for his eventual decision and the fate he has imposed upon them for they are perhaps just like him, floating in this darkness and unable to move and unable to express but he can feel their emotions now, feels connected with them in more ways than one and he reflects such disappointment, the anger within them because…
"You chose not to join me; you chose to go on your own path. Look what that has done to both you and your kin."
He imagines that he blinks once, to the everlasting darkness above and below and beside him and he registers the pain once more, piercing in nature but the sensations flit in and out, as if his thoughts are merely scattered and he is not palpable enough for it to attack him. His mind is adrift and—
How long have I been here?
One…
Two…
Three…
"How many years did you intend for us to be kept within this prison?"
Four…
A whisper then; he wonders how long it has taken for him to even string a thought together, much less speak aloud the sentence, but even then, he is not sure whether the others can hear—( but of course we can; connected through and in and between your soul; the product of our desire ultimately denying it's fate; and we are so angry, so ANGRY and VENGEFUL how you FAIL in this simple TASK-! )—a wince, but can he really call even that action real?
Five…
Six…
"I… I meant to…"
His voice scatters.
"Whatever you meant, you had not meant to seal. You meant to destroy. Whatever the case, you have betrayed your duty."
Seven…
The Conqueror is frank in his explanation, but Rush finds he cannot concentrate. The emotions and (ANGERANGERANGER) [hisduty] are both one in the same and he has failed them; everything filters through his mind and he can look at it all, piece by piece and there are so many, so many thoughts and rage and RAGE and-!
Eight.
"Awaken."
And he wakes gasping.
A/N: first fanfiction in a very very long while u_u and on a new account too lkasjf either way, i'll be uploading the next few chapters pretty soon. i hope y'all enjoy reading!