Aether sighed. He didn't move; he just stared... he already knew what this memory was about. His inability to help those who had died in his life.
Looking at his foot this time, there wasn't anything keeping him from moving, yet he still couldn't move; he could speak, but all he could do was watch as Elpis died once more. It wasn't going to stop just with his mom; with his first loss, it was going to show him every single one.
Aether gritted his teeth; this was the thing he hated most: to know he could do something, but not be able to.
'Just why aren't my feet moving?' It was as if he were given an illusion of choice.
He just watched as his old friend's body dropped to the floor, and his brother left once more, as if he hadn't just murdered his own blood. Only now he was able to move, of course, only when it was too late could he act.
But why was he even mad?
Wasn't this what always happened?
He was always at the wrong time, too late.
