I recall vague images.

[He closes his eyes, tightly this time as he tries to remember them, flipping back through memories like the pages in his journal.]

A barren, colorless land - the Land Beyond Living. But then I recall people as well. My home. Bear Den. I could not be in both places at once, could I? But it- it felt like that. Separated, but in unison.

[His face twists, the wrinkles around his eyes etching deeper as his brow furrows.]

Faces I know. I- I know them, but I- what were their names? They lose themselves. They wanted to run, but something... kept them there. They couldn't run. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't do anything but- but the bidding of their- of—

[The Blight Heir. His breath rattles through his throat, hands trembling as he shoves his fingers under his glasses, pressing against his eyes to quell the incoming headache.]

I was so angry. Bitter. Alone, as always. I wanted them to feel it, and suffer as I had. I wanted them to—

[He pulls his hands away, opening his eyes as ink oozes from them, trailing along the stains that cut a path down his face and below his mask.]

I can't. I can't think about this anymore. S- sorry.