It had been posed at him, like it was a difficult choice to make.
To accept death? Finality, peace, the comfort of knowing that he'd no longer have to drag himself endlessly through time, never aging, never dying, constantly pushed to the edge of sanity, watching everyone he'd ever cared about crumble away to nothing.
Or to go back? Go back to a world that wasn't his, to troubles and toils that were no longer his problem, his issue.
He could finally... see his family again. His mother, his father. All the faces he'd once cared about back at the monastery, two thousand years ago. The people in his long, painful life that had given him just a few beautiful moments of happy peace before they too met their end, and end he'd been so sure he'd never taste.
It was posed as something that should have required thought. Should have forced him to question if it was worth it, throwing away a piece of himself just to return.
.... It wasn't.
Tannusen would hear, for the first time, with his head pressed against the priests chest, an unhindered breath. It still caught, whistled, wheezed. His lungs were terribly scarred after all.
But no entity held his body hostage anymore.
Another, almost cautious sounding breath, deep, loud and uncomfortable.
But full, even if it was let out in a wracking series of coughs, having pushed himself a bit far.
Slurred mumbling, dreamlike, faintly asking for a moment about the sun in the window and shutting them bedamned curtains, one hand immediately, instinctively, going to his side to touch the man beside him before he'd attempt to roll into him, half convinced it was all some... horrific nightmare.
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To accept death? Finality, peace, the comfort of knowing that he'd no longer have to drag himself endlessly through time, never aging, never dying, constantly pushed to the edge of sanity, watching everyone he'd ever cared about crumble away to nothing.
Or to go back? Go back to a world that wasn't his, to troubles and toils that were no longer his problem, his issue.
He could finally... see his family again. His mother, his father. All the faces he'd once cared about back at the monastery, two thousand years ago. The people in his long, painful life that had given him just a few beautiful moments of happy peace before they too met their end, and end he'd been so sure he'd never taste.
It was posed as something that should have required thought. Should have forced him to question if it was worth it, throwing away a piece of himself just to return.
.... It wasn't.
Tannusen would hear, for the first time, with his head pressed against the priests chest, an unhindered breath. It still caught, whistled, wheezed. His lungs were terribly scarred after all.
But no entity held his body hostage anymore.
Another, almost cautious sounding breath, deep, loud and uncomfortable.
But full, even if it was let out in a wracking series of coughs, having pushed himself a bit far.
Slurred mumbling, dreamlike, faintly asking for a moment about the sun in the window and shutting them bedamned curtains, one hand immediately, instinctively, going to his side to touch the man beside him before he'd attempt to roll into him, half convinced it was all some... horrific nightmare.