Chapter 241: Chapter 218 : Remembrance (Part 1)

Loud thuds echoed throughout the hospital corridor, producing a menacing tune to all who heard it. Flight or freeze, one or the other. Doors and lips shut as both medics and patients alike sought to avoid Silver's attention, with many even holding their breaths at his passing.

Confusion and fear plagued much of the hospital, the earlier mental spike taking a heavy toll on the occupants. None dared to enter the fused being's radar during these passing moments. He was a wildfire taking the shape of a human. To approach was to tempt fate; all who felt his frenzied mental signal understood this at once.

'Dammit, dammit...dammit!'

Silver clenched his right hand and enveloped the handle of a freshly conjured Psi sword. The weapon went as quickly as it came, crushed into particles by the fused being's agitation. More swords were conjured but they too lived short lives, shattered and scattered. By the seventh's sword demise, Silver's Psi seemingly rebelled, becoming an uncontrollable blue blaze that engulfed his figure.

Losing control of both his emotions and aura, Silver's mood descended to greater depths. With an unsteady gait, he arrived at a T-junction. A wide mirror hung on the wall up ahead. Eyes catching sight of the object and the disorderly image reflecting back at him triggered him in no small way. Anger spilling over, he closed the distance with rushed steps then, once near it, cocked back his fist and threw everything he had into a punch.

Boom!

The impact shattered the mirror into thousands of shards, ear-piercing clinks and clangs accompanying their fall. The hospital's white tiled wall wasn't spared destruction; a fist-shaped dent and wide spider-web-like cracks now adorned its surface.

Pulling back, he glanced at his now bloody right arm, ruptured from using hysterical strength. The fresh pain raced up his arm to his brain, jolting it. Silver welcomed the sensations as the warm blood dripped from his balled-up fist, feeling the dark clouds above his head beginning to part at their arrival. Gaining respite from his stormy emotions, Silver seized the moment of clarity to balance himself.

'I can't stay like this,' he thought with some urgency, feeling the miasma gathering within him again. 'As I am, I'm a danger to everyone around me. I must forge-'

Don't forget about me...

The words and memory slashed into his thoughts, delivering a pain like no other. His soul ached in agony. The fused being winced and keeled over as mountainous emotions came crashing down on him.

'I can't, not again! I won't forget again, no matter what...'

Clenching his jaw at the declaration, Silver bore the sludge of unpleasantness rolling in his system. He cursed himself for accepting Rachel's treatment only to curse himself again for regretting it. The fused being fell to his knees, sliding against the wall amidst the remains of the mirror, similarly in shambles. Shards cut into his flesh and drew blood but he couldn't care less.

'Memory erasure isn't an option. And neither is just going out like this,' he thought, remembering Charlotte's earlier words. No doubt, they were on their way to the hospital if not already inside. Silver didn't want them to see this side of him. He needed to defuse, though defusing wasn't an option; that would only worsen the situation. 'I'll just do what I usually do.'

Thinking this, he carved out the words 'Do not disturb' into the floor, shut his eyes and shifted to the Mental Space. He put Altered Time on max settings and then headed for a Hell Dungeon.

Slaughtering Zeroes was always great but on this occasion, he needed more. The sludge of negative emotions that clung to his person wouldn't be scrubbed away that easily. He needed to be grounded in reality. And so, after letting off steam in the Hell Dungeon, Silver found his couch, equipped his helmet and relived memories from his time in this world.

From Zudrad to the Academy, he reexperienced his favourite moments. Slowly but surely, the feeling of wrongness, of not being where he should be, reverted to its usual levels, and by the end, he had fully anchored himself back into his current reality.

This is where I should be, nowhere else.

After reaffirming this fact, Silver left the Mental Space. His five-hour-long therapy session had amounted to less than five minutes in the outside world. The fused being's lifeless body grew tense again. His eyelids opened to reveal not the frenzy from before, but his usual aloof calm.

"Oh, you're back."

Silver glanced up at the familiar voice. Sigurd stood a short distance away, nonchalantly rubbing his beard while eyeing the shards he had pieced together to form a makeshift gorilla.

The fused being took a moment to study the other.

The Ascendant wasn't angry at all, and while baffled as any other, he wasn't eager to seek any answers, knowing now wasn't the time. He had been notified of the attack at the hospital and had immediately - and discretely - flown over to be of assistance. Now, he stood, unguarded and radiating his usual jovial and warm aura.

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Taking it all in, Silver found a new appreciation for the Grey Wolf Academy's Headmaster.

"That I am...in more ways than one," the Transmigrator said as he slowly got up.

Sigurd's eyes flickered as he caught the nuance in the other's words before a surge of relief filled him. The madman he had been notified of was clearly no more. "Good to hear, you had me worried for a second."

"Thanks for the concern, I'm all good now," Silver reassured while removing the shards stuck in him with his telekinesis. "Sorry for the outburst and this mess. It won't happen again, I promise. Also, I'll pay for any damage done and inconvenience caused."

Sigurd rubbed his beard with a look of approval. "Mm, I see, I'll hold you to that then. But I must say," he glanced around at the scattered mirror fragments, "first the match, now this, it seems you're determined to get me to the hospital one way or another, haa, my poor heart can't take all this excitement, boy," the Ascendant sighed as he clutched his chest.

The Transmigrator returned a face halfway between apologetic and amused. "My bad, Sig, I'll make it up to you, doubly so."

"You better," Sigurd said playfully before lowering his voice to address a more serious matter. "About your injuries..."

"I'll heal them myself," the words couldn't leave Silver's lips quick enough. "A few potions and thirty minutes or so will be enough to get me back to full health."

"Hm, very well, I'll trust your judgement on that."

The Transmigrator blinked in approval and then turned his back on the Ascendant to face the eastern corridor. He didn't rush to leave. After a moment of silence, his lips parted.

"I'm sure you have questions, but let's save that for another time...perhaps tomorrow if you like. I won't answer all your questions but I will deliver what I promised. For now, I need some time to heal...and unwind. Is that okay with you?"

"Of course, is it. Go on then, relax and unwind as you like. I look forward to when we next share words, and you delivering on your promise. I trust that you won't disappoint, young man."

Silver nodded and then broke out into stride. But four steps later, he ground to a halt. He glanced back at the direction he came from and a shade of shame appeared on his face. 'I shouldn't have been so harsh to them.' The fused being considered retracing his steps but lost heart upon remembering his earlier behaviour.

So instead...

"Sigurd."

"Yes?" the Ascendent returned.

"In my anger, I said some hurtful things to Rachel and her companions. If you will, please tell them that I'm sorry."

"I will pass on the message, gladly," Sigurd voiced with a delightful vigour before slowing his pace to follow up with, "Is that everything you want me to relay?"

His question was asked with narrowed eyes. He had been given the rundown in the passing minutes and was very curious about whether Silver would retract his nonsensical assertion.

He would not.

"Yes, that is all. Please and thank you."

Silver resumed his steps after giving this response, leaving a baffled Sigurd behind to pick up the pieces.

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