[Mita feels something wet trickle down her cheeks, and she reaches up to find that she's crying. She puts her hand up to her mouth, covering it. The moment passes, but the warmth of the other's fleeting experiences lingers. If only to live that comfort and sense of belonging for a second - to Mita who had lived her entire life feeling the outcast, having never once been comfortable with herself - that taste was enough.]
[How did it feel when she experienced her visions? The pater donum was the rare reward, the feeling of warmth and contentment that would follow a scrying trance. But she had asked. And Mita will answer.]
[The deep, crushing power of the Immaterium. The second world. The horrors on the other side of the veil. The abyssal nothingness, shadows lurking in the dark. Danger, always danger. Nausea, vomit. Disgust mixed up in your stomach with pride. Vulnerability, the soul and self on display for vultures to eagerly pick at, how tiny you are. How truly tiny. The screams of a Navigator, echoes and echoes and echoes of suffering, picking up and rippling like a disturbance in a pond, thousands and thousands and millions of souls, scratched upon the raw flesh of her flayed brain and scarred forever.]
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[How did it feel when she experienced her visions? The pater donum was the rare reward, the feeling of warmth and contentment that would follow a scrying trance. But she had asked. And Mita will answer.]
[The deep, crushing power of the Immaterium. The second world. The horrors on the other side of the veil. The abyssal nothingness, shadows lurking in the dark. Danger, always danger. Nausea, vomit. Disgust mixed up in your stomach with pride. Vulnerability, the soul and self on display for vultures to eagerly pick at, how tiny you are. How truly tiny. The screams of a Navigator, echoes and echoes and echoes of suffering, picking up and rippling like a disturbance in a pond, thousands and thousands and millions of souls, scratched upon the raw flesh of her flayed brain and scarred forever.]