[Sure enough, in a few moments, the memory starts again. This time, he's in his body, but also out of it, watching from above. He keeps his keen eye out for inconsistencies. The memory feels less real this time, more disjointed and strange. In the corner of his eye, he sees a small flash of purple. That surely doesn't belong in this dark sewer. Looking closer at it, it's a... Butterfly?
The more he focuses on it, the farther away the memory feels, the faker it is, the less he feels the excruciating pain of his death.
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Okay. Alright. Yeah, let's get out of this.
[Sure enough, in a few moments, the memory starts again. This time, he's in his body, but also out of it, watching from above. He keeps his keen eye out for inconsistencies. The memory feels less real this time, more disjointed and strange. In the corner of his eye, he sees a small flash of purple. That surely doesn't belong in this dark sewer. Looking closer at it, it's a... Butterfly?
The more he focuses on it, the farther away the memory feels, the faker it is, the less he feels the excruciating pain of his death.
Darkness again. Peace.]
I saw something.