I was just smoking “grass” with an Old Dragon.
“Br-brother Talon opened his eyes! Are you okay!? Brother!?”
A crying six year old girl. Her tears were akin to an eternal waterfall. It had no end.
“Nina, don’t let up! Press harder!”
A boy trying his best to act strong to give his little sister strength.
The familiar voices of my younger siblings. A forgotten feeling of warmth and comfort from a thatch house.
Am I experiencing a psychedelic trip?
It was too outlandish of an experience.
How can a memory be so vivid?
It’s like I am experiencing the folly of my youth. Of a time when I challenged a beast that was out of my league. Several times stronger than my own.
The pain of the gouged out flesh. A gash left by the merciless fangs of a Bakunalis. It felt real… too real!
HOLY MOTHER OF A PROSTITUTE GOD!
Oh how long had it been since I last screamed in pain. The body that long grew accustomed to pain that it would automatically suppress the sensation. This fuelled vessel of mine had endured far worse.
A severed leg.
A gouged out eye.
A pierced lung.
In a fight a moment’s hesitation would prove fatal.
Moreover, after getting captured by the Entei Empire and tortured for information I have grown far too accustomed to pain. Yet, why was it that I couldn’t handle this pain!?
“SHIT IT HURTS!!”
When pain assaulted my very being.
Only then did I realize.
Or it’s just a really powerful drug.
“FUCK! IT HURTS!”
Nah, it’s definitely real.
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