[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230524/91458118b42d1b084bbaf3d9ea357448.png[/img][/center] He went down. Two debilitating wounds that presented a serious risk to his life, if untreated they may become a bigger problem and he would be close to useless until he could heal. He barely felt them, instead, all his attention went to... [i]somewhere[/i] [abbr=Endless and overwhelming][i]So many thoughts... so many of them... all at once...[/i][/abbr] [i]A child raised in the Capital City. The empire. Martial arts. Hunger. Need for power. A boy grows and does what he must. The Underworld - a hidden place in plain sight. A man grown. Seedy business and big risks. A closed heart. RED. The Devil [abbr=The Black Goat]Baphomet.[/abbr] A contract, a sword, special training. The Antiquinities. [abbr=She Who Shall Devour The World]The Witch Queen[/abbr][/i] All of this James was unable to handle, the knowledge threatened to tear his mind apart. But the [i]comprehension[/i] didn't stop there. There was more, like a flood or a tsunami, an unending deluge that refused to stop until [i]Hacking. Soul Gems. Mytheria. Cursed equipment. The Colosseum... Other dimensional entities... Eretia, Eredge and Dantuin The siege of Valheim[/i] A part of him, [i]a part that felt foreigner and familiar at the same time[/i] was screaming that the information was important somehow, but as he was right now he barely hung on to consciousness, his mind couldn't focus on anything, sliding from topic to topic, incapable of holding a single coherent thought, if General Shigure could see him now he would be the laughingstock of the army. He was wasting time that much he could tell and the discipline instilled by countless hours of training was all but yelling at him to get back at it, the battle was still raging on but no matter how much he wanted to join all he could do was observe from his place on the ground. He felt some faint irritation as he watched Zell use [i]his[/i] sword, sure he had his anchor but in his opinion his swordsmanship was a silver better than the other man's... or was it? For some reason, he had the feeling it wasn't quite correct. He closed his eyes again, he was tempted to go to sleep, he was so very tired for some reason, guess taking a nap before attacking the temple was not the smartest of ideas, at least he had taken the time to enjoy his coffee before everything went down. A new voice. "I will bring our best healers and medicine, don't worry!" He left a grunt at the irritant voice of the villager, thankful that someone was there to help his party in his moment of weakness, General Saladin likely had a way to reanimate them if they fell but he was friends with them so he would prefer they keep their lives thank you. [quote=The druid] “Is everyone okay?” [/quote] Ah! the fucking druid was making sure everyone was still alive despite being injured himself, classic from the guy really, he would have to do something good for him later he decided. Right now all he wanted was to just sleep. The adrenaline was wearing down and he was starting to feel the way everything hurt, it reminded him of that one time in the Colosseum, he knew he was being silly it wasn't like this was the first time he was wounded like this but he guessed it was just a natural response to react like this to the extent of his injuries. He almost protested as Mac helped him to his feet, why was she dragging him to shelter when she knew the rain would heal him? Knowing Mac she had a reason so he allowed his broken body to be dragged along, trying as hard as he could to do something resembling a walk but knew it was Mac doing most of the work, damn when had she gotten this strong? the wonders of Ascencion he supposed. [quote=Mac] [Colour=Pink]"Crazy 'Ogre plan 2.0' hmm? Magnifique, my friend."[/colour] She chuckled. It was really quite amazing how in-tune with eachother they all were. [Colour=Pink]"What on earth did you do to him? To Zigmund... to make him so vulnerable?"[/colour] [/quote] He looked at her in confusion, him? vulnerable? just what was she talking abo- He saw it from the corner of his eye, slumped where it had ended after Zell cleaved through it. Zigmund's/His corpse. Reality broke. Two incompatible sets of thoughts appeared in his head at the same time, consuming his attention and dragging him to the depths of his mind, he was Zigmund he was James [i]he was Zigmund! he was James! [b]he was Zigmund!! HE WAS JAMES AND ZIGMUND WAS DEAD!!![/b][/i] He wanted to rebuke it and knew it was true, what happened? why was he like... this? -[i]The Blessing![/i] He barely could understand it before he used it, how could he be so reckless!? He had no choice, he- [i]Zigmund[/i] was just too strong, he should had- He needed to focus. James had used a Blessing that... that did something to him and Zigmund making it difficult to separate between them, James was alive and Zigmund was dead, James was going to keep adventuring with Second Chance and Zigmund's story had reached its end, those were the indisputable facts. He wanted to cry, to rage, he was afraid, he was jubilant at being alive, he was thankful his party was alive and well, he was surprised that Clive had returned from the dead, he was spiteful for the fate that befell him, he knew he wanted nothing more than keep sane and he couldn't continue tearing himself apart. Pragmatism won, a compromise was reached and [i]James[/i] returned to the waking world. A million thoughts were running through his mind but first he had to take care of his injuries as much as he could, this body wouldn't heal from the rain and if he wanted to last long enough for help to arrive then he would need to act fast, his hands pulled his bag of medical supplies and he got to work. He could hear Mac questioning Clive in the background. Another thing to add to the list.