[The destruction of the bar barely registers in Izumo's mind, too focused on trying to get used to these memories again.
What does register though is the heat, the intensity of it cutting through Izumo like a sharp blade.
With the bar gone - with their temple gone, actually - he's on his knees and his eyes are clenched shut. His own aura begins to react instinctively from Izumo's emotions, too wired now to properly be controlled now that he's allowed his control to slip. A hand reaches up to grab his own head as he continues to accept the memories, struggling to bear with it again.
Every memory of Anna comes at him, along with the feeling of her fire spreading through him and searing into his tattoo.]
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What does register though is the heat, the intensity of it cutting through Izumo like a sharp blade.
With the bar gone - with their temple gone, actually - he's on his knees and his eyes are clenched shut. His own aura begins to react instinctively from Izumo's emotions, too wired now to properly be controlled now that he's allowed his control to slip. A hand reaches up to grab his own head as he continues to accept the memories, struggling to bear with it again.
Every memory of Anna comes at him, along with the feeling of her fire spreading through him and searing into his tattoo.]