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[When Liquid was sane again, he found himself in the middle of a forest without the slightest indication of how he'd gotten there. The walls of the prison came had simply burned off like fog, leaving him confused and disoriented and exhausted beyond belief.]
...?
[Had he never left at all? Was that why he was covered in mud when he'd been in the desert, why there were tears in his trousers at brush-height and scratches that he'd never remembered getting? He looked down at himself and hardly recognized the body he saw; it was a good twenty or so pounds lighter, caked with dust and dried mud, filthy with sweat and blood. His lip was split and chapped, his hair was a matted, filthy mess of leaves, tangles, and brown roots growing in. He was still clutching a butcher knife in his hand like it was the Holy Grail.]
[It had all just been a hallucination?]
( From ethers tragic I am born again )
...?
[Had he never left at all? Was that why he was covered in mud when he'd been in the desert, why there were tears in his trousers at brush-height and scratches that he'd never remembered getting? He looked down at himself and hardly recognized the body he saw; it was a good twenty or so pounds lighter, caked with dust and dried mud, filthy with sweat and blood. His lip was split and chapped, his hair was a matted, filthy mess of leaves, tangles, and brown roots growing in. He was still clutching a butcher knife in his hand like it was the Holy Grail.]
[It had all just been a hallucination?]
( From ethers tragic I am born again )
