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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/21/2017 8:43:43 PM
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I panic at the sight of my friend breaking down. "Alright, I'm gonna try something. I should be able to cure your PTSD. Pardon the intrusion to your mind-scape." I place my hand on his forehead and activate Ophis' powers. I black out and wake up in what I can only assume is the memory tormenting Leon.
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[b][i]The memory is the one that had been described above, as if that was the part that was currently tormenting him. In the memory it was as if you were unable to move, to do anything to stop it at all. It was what Leon felt like in the memory: unable to move, to go back and try and stop any of this.[/i][/b]
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I break the link. I am out of breath from the sheer paralyzing fear that I felt through a mind link. "I had no idea." I begin talking internally with Ophis. "Can we hypnotize him and try to erase the memory when he is calmed?" "No, Jonathan, this may require a complete brainwashing for him not to lose or alter other memories. He may have to alter history." "Can you do that? I didn't know we could." I turn to Leon. "Ophis suggests that I return to the past and alter history. If you can hear me, do you think that may help?"
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"It wouldn't work. Nothing would work. I've spent the last seven years trying to figure out a way to but nothing. Will ever. Work. It's not something I can just magic back and fix." [b][i]He said, sounding almost angry. Not at Johnathon, just in general. It was anger, but also hopelessness.[/i][/b]
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"I know a guy who can counsel you own this better than I ever could. His name is Yuto Kiba. He overcame his PTSD by confronting his past head on and fighting through. He can relate better than I can."
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"That might help. Just... my job was to do the insane and the dangerous every day. And still I don't know if I've got the guts to do that."
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"Kiba was a lab rat of a radical sect of my worlds most common religion. He was being genetically modified to be able to use divine weapons of immense power. He could use modern replications, but the true Holy Swords would begin to consume his soul when he tried. The director of the project declared it a failure and ordered all the genetically modified children to be killed. Kiba was the only child to escape. All the others died."
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"Damn. That must've been tough..."
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I nod in agreement, pulling out my phone to call Kiba and ask for a favor. "I'll give him a call. Maybe he can help. I don't know what I could do to help after that. Maybe just talk it out with him. I'll be back after I make the call. If he can come, I'll let you know, then go pick him up." I say pointing to imply the question if I could step out momentarily to call him.
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[b][i]He nodded, not saying anything.[/i][/b]
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I return a few minutes later with good news, "Kiba agreed to help, I'll go pick him up. I'll be back."
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"Thanks.@ [b][i]He said, the memories seeming to have subsided for st least the moment."[/i][/b]
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I disappear through Ophis's insignia. About 15 minutes later, I return with Kiba, but either I jumped to the wrong location, or Leon is gone. "Oh shit. LEON?!?"
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[b][i]It took you a minute to realize, by it wasn't the same courtyard you had been in. You were close though.[/i][/b]
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"OH GOD DAMN IT!!! Kiba, keep up, we have to find him." We spread our wings and fly through the corridors, checking every courtyard until, we reach the final courtyard, 20 minutes later. "Sorry Leon, I teleported to the wrong room. I got Kiba."
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[b][i]Leon was removing his spear from a dummy, the wooden dummy seeming to have been stabbed a good number of times.[/i][/b] "It's ok, I've managed."
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"Ok, do you still want to talk to him?"
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"Yeah, of course. Just hope I'm worth his time." [b][i]He said, moving over to a bench and sitting down [/i][/b]
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Kiba goes over to Leon and takes a seat next him. "I'm here to help. I owe Jonathan so its the least I can do."
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"Thanks. He told me you'd probably be better qualified. That you'd know mroe what I was going through."
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"Jonathan thought it would be better for you to tell me. He thinks it would help face your past better. Go on, I'm listening."
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[b][i]Johnathan saw something click in Leon's eyes, as he began to spoke, describing the memory fragment that he had seen before. As he spoke his words dissolved into the wind, the scene replaying before them. Unravel to move. Unable to stop it. Just like Leon was.[/i][/b]
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Kiba began to comfort Leon and share his trauma as well. (I would be more descriptive but I am bad at this kind of dialogue so I'll just leave it as implied.)
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[b][i]The talked about that day, how hopeless Leon had felt in that situation. About how it wasnt his fault that he couldn't save them, and how he wasn't the one to blame for it all. About how his friend had accepted his death, and that Leon needed to accept it too. After a bit, Leon seemed noticing calmer, smiling a little bit.[/i][/b]
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I return to the courtyard after a trip to the restroom, and see Leon smiling. "Hey Leon, feeling better?"
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"A bit, yeah. I'm still tired, and it hurts like hell to think about it, but it's better." [b][i]He said, fumbling in his pockets for a second, before taking out a few things. The first was a photo, that's seemed to depict Leon in the gear seen before in the vision, helmet off and under his arm. He seemed a good bit younger than he did now, maybe 19 at most.[/i][/b] "That was from the day I joined my squad. We were some of the best of the best spearmen and riders from any battalion. The Horseman's Heralds they called us"
