[[ this takes place right after Ren's battle ]]
In his sort of semi consciousness-but-mostly-unconsciousness, Ren learned several things.
The first of these was that he felt very...very odd. He figured if it was possible to be stuffed into a blender with the power turned on, that would be somewhat related to what he felt like at the current moment. He hurt. There was a long gash down the side of his face, several on his upper arms, a few on his legs, and then the two slices that damned figure had done down his back. Those two, other than the one done to his hand, were the worst. They made it difficult to just stand up, let alone walk in a straight line.
He was walking, right? His feet were moving; at least he thought they were. Or maybe he was running.
Maybe not. He probably wasn't moving fast enough for that.
The second thing Ren learned was just how much he missed sleep. He had always been one for long naps, sleeping late, taking little catnaps in classes. This long without sleep was making him feel very lightheaded.
Or was it the fog? The fog was thick. All-encompassing. Damp. It made his hair stick wetly to his forehead as he trudged through the seven foot high stalks of corn.
There was still no sign of the others.
Maybe I've been abandoned, Ren thought to himself, wiping a line of blood from his face. It had started dripping into his eye, down into his mouth. He tasted copper. No, maybe I've just gone the wrong direction.
Renaissance, you are USELESS.
Well, yes, I knew this already. But thanks for reminding me.
What are you going to do about it, hm? Don't you WANT to change yourself?
Not really, no. I like myself the way I am.
Pathetic. PATHETIC. That's what you are.
...I know.
And you're weak. That's why you can't find your friends. They've abandoned you because you're so weak.
......
You won't find them in here. They're too good for you, and you'll never be good enough for them.
.............I already know this.
He walked a bit farther. Stumbled over a broken corn husk. For a few moments, Ren just stared down at that husk. On the outside, the leaves were a dirty off white, nearly yellow. Mud encrusted the thick leaves, the stem still attached. But the corn inside, though half gone, was golden. Golden and white.
He stepped over it. Pushing further into the cornfields, Ren held his injured hand against his chest, bracing himself upwards with his bat. It worked well as a cane, he had to admit, even though it had proved to be almost useless after that horrendous battle.
It smelled like smoke here. Smoke and fog.
His hand hurt.
In his sort of semi consciousness-but-mostly-unconsciousness, Ren learned several things.
The first of these was that he felt very...very odd. He figured if it was possible to be stuffed into a blender with the power turned on, that would be somewhat related to what he felt like at the current moment. He hurt. There was a long gash down the side of his face, several on his upper arms, a few on his legs, and then the two slices that damned figure had done down his back. Those two, other than the one done to his hand, were the worst. They made it difficult to just stand up, let alone walk in a straight line.
He was walking, right? His feet were moving; at least he thought they were. Or maybe he was running.
Maybe not. He probably wasn't moving fast enough for that.
The second thing Ren learned was just how much he missed sleep. He had always been one for long naps, sleeping late, taking little catnaps in classes. This long without sleep was making him feel very lightheaded.
Or was it the fog? The fog was thick. All-encompassing. Damp. It made his hair stick wetly to his forehead as he trudged through the seven foot high stalks of corn.
There was still no sign of the others.
Maybe I've been abandoned, Ren thought to himself, wiping a line of blood from his face. It had started dripping into his eye, down into his mouth. He tasted copper. No, maybe I've just gone the wrong direction.
Renaissance, you are USELESS.
Well, yes, I knew this already. But thanks for reminding me.
What are you going to do about it, hm? Don't you WANT to change yourself?
Not really, no. I like myself the way I am.
Pathetic. PATHETIC. That's what you are.
...I know.
And you're weak. That's why you can't find your friends. They've abandoned you because you're so weak.
......
You won't find them in here. They're too good for you, and you'll never be good enough for them.
.............I already know this.
He walked a bit farther. Stumbled over a broken corn husk. For a few moments, Ren just stared down at that husk. On the outside, the leaves were a dirty off white, nearly yellow. Mud encrusted the thick leaves, the stem still attached. But the corn inside, though half gone, was golden. Golden and white.
He stepped over it. Pushing further into the cornfields, Ren held his injured hand against his chest, bracing himself upwards with his bat. It worked well as a cane, he had to admit, even though it had proved to be almost useless after that horrendous battle.
It smelled like smoke here. Smoke and fog.
His hand hurt.
