Seven times rejoined. [His voice had softened in thought, musing to himself, though his blood red gaze remained on the next person to take to the stage and relate their tale. Before they knew what the Calamities were, before they knew what the Rejoining was, matters of the souls were still only hypothesis.]
[After all, eight times rejoined now and a survivor of two calamities, he felt no different and neither had those with him on the Source before he left it. But would he have noticed? His memories remained intact, even the ones passed on to him through the Allagan blood. His body had not changed, and certainly his eyes had not changed, even while the world around him remained in pieces and falling farther and farther apart by the day.]
[In that lay a question, one he would not find an answer to now or perhaps ever. He could have asked, just to put voice to it, but knew he would not like the answer, so he remained silent after and gave his ears to the tales from the stage.]
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[After all, eight times rejoined now and a survivor of two calamities, he felt no different and neither had those with him on the Source before he left it. But would he have noticed? His memories remained intact, even the ones passed on to him through the Allagan blood. His body had not changed, and certainly his eyes had not changed, even while the world around him remained in pieces and falling farther and farther apart by the day.]
[In that lay a question, one he would not find an answer to now or perhaps ever. He could have asked, just to put voice to it, but knew he would not like the answer, so he remained silent after and gave his ears to the tales from the stage.]