Reima shoots up from his prone position desperately gulping in air, the headache from earlier still present but slowly fading away.
Solaire seems to be sitting at his side, "Oh? You're awake, you've been out for a couple hours... Don't tell this is the first ti dying?"
Reima tries to compose himself but gives Solaire a pleading look, "I-I, I think I forgot my Mum, and I might have had a sister? I think..."
Solaire pats his back, "The first is always the worst. I still can't recall the na of my mother, luckily I have centuries of mories to act as sacrifices to protect the precious ones."
Reima "This happens every ti?... How can you bare it?" He asks sincerely.
Solaire ponders for a mont before replying, "Just don't think about what you've possibly lost and think about what's at stake. I heard that only the strong willed survive a couple decades of constantly dying. If you want a permanent solution then just don't die." He says the last part sarcastically.
Still processing this rather world changing information Reima looks down at the floor when he suddenly spots sothing glowing brightly in his hand, a dark red fla with a pure white nucleus burns brightly in his grasp... Is this the Witch of Izalith's soul? It's smaller than he had expected, he says before finally sensing the imnse energy contained within it.
Reima looks around and realises their still within the kiln where the fought the bed of chaos, almost all the floor has collapsed and they sit beside a bonfire that had sohow appeared after the death of the bug-like creature.
He stores away the soul into his Folded Space and tries to relax by the bonfire, the calming warmth washes over him but he still can't stop trying to rember his mothers face. The only thing he can recall is her blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, that is all he will rember until he sohow gets back to his world or dies in this life.
Solaire "Don't worry my friend, we will make new mories that are so jolly that you'd be hard pressed to forget them!" he laughs while running an extrely dry cloth over his sword to clean it.
Reima notices Solaire's armour is not doing so great, the previously shining silver is charred in many places, making it resemble the black knight armour. "Shall I repair out gear?" Solaire nods and allows Reima to channel enough souls into his repair kit to bring all their equipnt back to peak condition. "Ok, so... I guess we have to go back to the sisters... They're gonna be so mad, I kind of don't want to go back right now..." Solaire nods and replies, "Yes but if we leave them waiting any longer they'll probably co down here to search for us."
Reima "We still got Seath, Nito and the Four Kings to go before we can face Lord Gwyn, we can't be expected to keep running from them just to keep them from harms way."
Solaire "Yes, but we can't stop them caring about us can we? No matter the trials we face they will try to assist us, be it pushes us forward or pulling us up."
Reima "Yes but that's not the point, we need a way to make sure they won't follow us into extrely dangerous area, like the catacombs of Nito for example." Solaire nods and agree with him, "I suggest we just tell them our thoughts and feeling on the matter, that's the most likely thing to work for them."
After a long discussion the two undead decide to teleport back to the sisters via the bonfire by utilising the lord vessel, they fade away into orange smoke as they start re-materialising at their destination... The two hear a shout and are imdiately attacked, Solaire receives a boot to the face by a certain half-dragon while Reima is being crushed by Quelaag's breasts as she angrily reprimands them for using them as a baby sitter.
Priscilla "BROTHER! You said you wouldn't leave !" She says as he hamrs his armour, that kick to the face really did a number on him. "I didn't leave! We just had a mission to do that was too difficult to bring you along!" he pleads.
Priscilla "Liar! You just didn't care enough to bring !" she says with shimring eyes.
Reima manages to free his face from his soft prison and tries to safe his buddy from his Nieces wrath, "It's no lie Priscilla, we literally both died even after we killed the Witch of Izalith!". After he says this slightly louder than he should have the area goes quiet, the sisters who were helping Quelaag berate him instantly stop and look at him with wide eyes.
Quelana "You manged to stop mother? How? You must've have fought through an army of demons to even get close!"
Reima tries to scratch the back of his head but can't due to Quelaag still restraining his arms, "Yeah, it was no easy task... I had to help Solaire pull his lting tal armour from his burned flesh, it wasn't fun at all."
Solaire grimaces as he hears Reima ntion that and Priscilla's mood imdiately goes from Yandere to Deredere, Angry to sobbing little sister as she listens to the horrific ways her brother was injured. She apologises while holding him close, Solaire makes a ntal note to buy Reima drink when he gets the chance.
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