[The last thing he remembered was the feeling of weakness, and falling... and the pain of it all. He had hoped that would be the end of it, the end of him. He'd be put out of his misery so he wouldn't have to continue suffering such a wretched existence.
But of course he would never be so fortunate.
He was only vaguely aware of being moved around and the sounds of voices. He couldn't make out any of it, and wasn't coherent enough to think properly. Slowly more started coming to him. Warmth, the occasional waft of food, people touching him- petting his hair, or holding his hand. He couldn't make sense of it, it was foreign yet... familiar.
When he'd finally regained enough power to rouse himself he was... disoriented. Not out of grogginess or anything like that, but because this place... when was the last time he'd seen it? It should have been hundreds of years ago, but it felt like he'd just gone to bed there the night before. Could everything have just been a dream? A terrible and wretched dream? Could he still be the Kabu- no, Kanoa?
Deep down he knew none of it had been a dream, but he was so desperate to divorce himself from the reality he just left, a way out from all that pain, that he readily accepted this as true.
So he propped himself up, or, well he tried to. He had to move one of Nanu's many cats of his chest first before he could manage sitting up. Sort of. The cat kept returning to his chest, and he kept trying to remove it- he didn't even notice when someone entered the room.]
For Wanderer
But of course he would never be so fortunate.
He was only vaguely aware of being moved around and the sounds of voices. He couldn't make out any of it, and wasn't coherent enough to think properly. Slowly more started coming to him. Warmth, the occasional waft of food, people touching him- petting his hair, or holding his hand. He couldn't make sense of it, it was foreign yet... familiar.
When he'd finally regained enough power to rouse himself he was... disoriented. Not out of grogginess or anything like that, but because this place... when was the last time he'd seen it? It should have been hundreds of years ago, but it felt like he'd just gone to bed there the night before. Could everything have just been a dream? A terrible and wretched dream? Could he still be the Kabu- no, Kanoa?
Deep down he knew none of it had been a dream, but he was so desperate to divorce himself from the reality he just left, a way out from all that pain, that he readily accepted this as true.
So he propped himself up, or, well he tried to. He had to move one of Nanu's many cats of his chest first before he could manage sitting up. Sort of. The cat kept returning to his chest, and he kept trying to remove it- he didn't even notice when someone entered the room.]