Pieces of a lost soul ripped through the cosmos of a mourner's mindscape. Bits and pieces floated around ceaselessly across the vast expanding landscape, speeding past anything it has ever known to find refuge somewhere new. Such data of a dead man has become an entity that can take no more of the hardship it has lived. The torn apart soul holds no hope and no memories, yet the soul manages to siege on through the will, love, and dreams of its Goddess.It clings to familiarity.
A grouping of it flies into the sanctuary of a train, hunting off of traces of an existence similar to its own. And when the man the pieces had been searching for is found, the grouping forms the weak, broken, meaty vessel of the boy it once was.
His yellow eyes barely open. The sudden weight of his own, newly formed body has made him weak. Thankfully, though, C managed to regard the stranger with at least a bow of his head.
"Have we met?"
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