The Causeway, Sunday Late Afternoon

[firstofitskind]

Liam had been holding himself together by, basically, the skin of his teeth ever since they'd left the Sour Nest. It was unfamiliar territory, he needed to be on guard, he could not afford to let himself fall apart.

Then the portal dropped them back off on the island, and everything just hit him like a metaphorical freight train.

He'd been trying so hard to keep the guard's- Tomas, he had a name- memories separate from his own but they were there, they were loud, and it wasn't just him, it was Robert, it was all the bodies Ha'gel had worn through his years of studying various cultures.

There were so many. So many voices, thoughts, memories, all coming through at once. He couldn't do this. He didn't want this.

He needed it to stop.

His face went slack, eyes blank as he retreated inside himself, away from the chaos and the noise of it all. He just wanted it to be quiet again, that wasn't too much to ask, was it?

[ooc: for anyone who might have reason to be around! pings will be slowish while i am at work.]

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[firstofitskind]

Dunno about that, Beau. Liam’s list of fuckups was pretty impressive.

“Sa’hedra,” Liam said, nodding in agreement. “Va’nei.”

[notallbluemonks]

" ... sorry, what?"

Beau was a nerd who had learned several languages already, but that was not one of them.

[firstofitskind]

“What?” Liam echoed, blinking at her with a slightly puzzled expression on his face.

[notallbluemonks]

"Dude, I have no fucking idea what you just said," she replied. "You, like, switched out languages on me."

[firstofitskind]

“Oh,” Liam said. “I, uh. Don’t remember.”

[notallbluemonks]

"That lexicon thing you gave me," Beau said thoughtfully, "is that the same language it uses?"