Visendamadr

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He wasn't even sure he was alive, at first. His head throbbed something fierce; he must have fallen unconscious at some point during his fall. Shifting vaguely in place, he could feel both his wrists manacled tightly together, and his arms violently aching, stretched directly above his head. His ankles were bound the same way, creating even more weight to pull on his shoulders. He lifted his chin, fuzzily blinking his eyes open. The room was dark, with faint lighting above him, but--
"[Teacher/Magistrate/Deserter/Betrayer]."
The face in front of Darien's was inches away, he lurched backwards in fear, making the chains jingle softly. A gaunt man with a complex helmet attached to his very face and body stood before him, even though Darien could feel he wasn't touching the ground. Squinting downwards, he saw that the man was quite short, and was standing on a chaotic pillar of ice to be face to face with him. A dirty patient's gown hung loosely around his starved frame. Darien focused back in on what had been said to him, struggling with the multiple words and voices, and his heart slowly began to pick up speed.
"Who are you?" he whispered hoarsely.
The man's head tilted downwards slightly, shadowing his eyes in the ambient, cold lighting, and then Darien gasped as he felt his mind seized in a vice, shunting images into his mind before he could properly close up his defenses and push them out. A young man with short brown hair, fuller, healthier, eyes clear and full of fire, guiding a hovering loop of water around Darien's own throat. The memory was cut through with facets of darkness, fuzz and grit around the sharper details, colored with shades of blood.
"You know [me/us]," Tezzeret growled.
The ex-Magistrate tried to lean away again, though without much success due to his restraints. "I don't know," he said, mentally making a decision. "I believe the man who I am speaking with is not Tezz." Tezz's face curled up in a light snarl, touched with confusion and defiance. "I believe Tezz is no longer alive, and if he were, he would not be making these choices."
A hand of frost gripped Darien's throat, ice cracking and shifting along its joints. "[I/we] are as much him as you [are/were] yourself. A [new/same] [life/existence/mind]." Thin sheets of mist floated down from it as the two stared at each other, eye to eye.
You were the one who brought me to her, weren't you? Darien did not need his voice to speak. Does she believe welcoming me to her rule in chains will endear me to her?
"You were meant to [help/assist/sabotage]. You have stalled."
I have done what was necessary. Darien paused again, doing his best to think through the haze. Tezz...how did she bring you back? I thought you were some other nix, I didn't know...
Tezz uncurled his grip and stepped back, ice moving with his foot, guarded and feral. "I was never gone. She did not [allow/accept] me to [die/leave/break]. [Tezz/He] has been forced to [retreat/hide/survive]." He bared his stained teeth. "You are [doing/causing] something."
Darien's consciousness froze around both of their minds, where he was doing his best to try and shield any influences that might find them. "It's irrelevant. What did she do to you?" he tried asking.
Tezz shuddered against his will, but accepted the excuse. "[She/Illuminar/Kezia] is making us [whole/finished/one]."
Darien noted the use of "us" and its lack of echo or double meaning. "More of you." Tezz nodded. "What do you...does she believe to be missing?"
"[Open minds/Freed souls.]"
Darien was sweating despite the cold. "Like demons."
"[Yes/No.]" The disfigured man seemed to either be confused at its own logic, or frustrated at how to explain it to Darien. "[Humans/demons] are imperfect without [demons/humans]."
He nearly cut Tezz off in his rush to gather information; he wasn't sure when the dreaded woman herself would arrive. "Does she plan to do the same to me?"
"[Yes/No/Eventually]." Tezz shook his head again, tubes rattling against socket and skin, and he got down from his makeshift platform, and it began to break down and splinter away. Darien grew desperate.
"What do you mean!?"
"You are not yet [ready/bonded/Catalyzed]." Tezz seemed to grow more agitated as Darien wound his mind tighter around Tezz's, worming for a way inside, trying to pry apart his feral side from his human side. "Stop."
"Tezz, I can get us out of this. I can buy us time if I know what she means to do. I know she's interested in the Warden, Vidar made that clear. Are you saying she wants the Warden's Catalyst as well?"
"[Yes/No]. Second." He gripped his head, the ice in his missing hand beginning to deform and melt. "Don't..."
Darien hit a wall in his knowledge of demons. "Second?"
Tezz suddenly looked up, focused on something Darien couldn't see. Then he swept the ice up and formed it into a portal, vanishing through it with a chime of icicles. Darien stared after him, panting. Then he heard stone and metal scrape and move behind him.
"Hello, darling."