Longing...
"Is this... memory?!"
Ian realized that his mental state had just shown a slight crack, failing to maintain the seamless state of mind, but he didn't think it mattered much. If a person truly experienced no emotions at all, then that life would be devoid of flavor.
The psychic attack from the Nest Will was indeed accurate, and this was where the opponent excelled.
But it couldn't truly cause the youth to succumb. He carefully guarded his core, beginning to reject these memory fragments originating from other souls.
It's just that the process took time.
The play of light and shadow continued.
The gathering ended, and dim light illuminated the cramped underground living area, while the boy had become an adult at some unknown time. He arrived at an ecosystem full of frost, with a dim artificial light source hanging overhead.