[ Ain nods, though the way his single eye glazes over indicates that he needs a bit of time to process this. Those names, Heaven, Far Shore, they meant nothing to him - save for the an undercurrent of belief that has pricked at his skin since his memory here began.
But, how to give voice to it? ]
... I don't belong here.
[ He holds out a hand before his face, looking at his palm. Wisps of darkness peel off from his blackened skin, rising a few inches into the air before dissipating.
He's not one of the proper world, that much he knows ]
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But, how to give voice to it? ]
... I don't belong here.
[ He holds out a hand before his face, looking at his palm. Wisps of darkness peel off from his blackened skin, rising a few inches into the air before dissipating.
He's not one of the proper world, that much he knows ]