[ It's a weird sensation to speak outside of one's will, to hear a voice that is not one's own form and fill the air around him. This is a memory, yes, but it is no less strange.
The gap of time is unfathomable to the eldest sylvari. He can scarcely conceptualize 30 years, much less hundreds. He can feel his expression widen in surprise, he feels Otegine's mind scramble for scraps of memory only to come across--
He feels his throat and chest tighten in panic. This is a sensation he's familiar with. Heat, red, fire--
There's a gasp as he snaps back to reality, and he looks between the two in bewilderment. ]
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The gap of time is unfathomable to the eldest sylvari. He can scarcely conceptualize 30 years, much less hundreds. He can feel his expression widen in surprise, he feels Otegine's mind scramble for scraps of memory only to come across--
He feels his throat and chest tighten in panic. This is a sensation he's familiar with. Heat, red, fire--
There's a gasp as he snaps back to reality, and he looks between the two in bewilderment. ]
What...happened to me?