[He reaches out to grab it, and there's a flinch as he closes his hand around the grip, like he's been hit with an electric jolt. There's fragments - not quite memories, he remembers running as if in a dream, he remembers the lance slamming into him as he ran, running from what? To what? The fragment fades as quick as it came, as Christine - and he can remember that now clearly, even if the rest is fuzzy - tells him. A gift from a goddess.
He remembers Christine beside him, he remembers them talking to someone, her smile was warm. Motherly. The words she spoke... no, he doesn't remember. But the name sort of comes as he's reeling.]
Istus...? Istus, right?
Christine, I- That's right, right!? [He's gotten something, he doesn't remember why he was given the lance, but everything rings completely true as she says it.] I don't remember a lot else but- [But he remembers that. It's a start.]
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He remembers Christine beside him, he remembers them talking to someone, her smile was warm. Motherly. The words she spoke... no, he doesn't remember. But the name sort of comes as he's reeling.]
Istus...? Istus, right?
Christine, I- That's right, right!? [He's gotten something, he doesn't remember why he was given the lance, but everything rings completely true as she says it.] I don't remember a lot else but- [But he remembers that. It's a start.]