[ If asked, he would actually be hard-pressed to describe exactly how he knows what he does. He doesn't feel them, not really -- or at least, not in the way he can feel her. It's more like an awareness, a sense of what is that he can see in his mind's eye. ]
I hear them.
[ The shrieks and moans of the forsaken resounding across the night. It leaves an echo, a deep rift in his heart and soul that he can do nothing to abate. It reminds him too much of home. ]
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I hear them.
[ The shrieks and moans of the forsaken resounding across the night. It leaves an echo, a deep rift in his heart and soul that he can do nothing to abate. It reminds him too much of home. ]
Then ask.