- and he comes rushing back into the world, confused, disoriented, pulling together the shreds of memory.
A tower against the stars - a devastated wasteland - never to die never to walk away as long as it takes -
A snow-covered mountain pass in the far north, and a man dressed in white, his black hair streaked with silver.
A young woman, and there's nothing all that extraordinary about her features but somehow her face is the most beautiful one in the world.
Belrun. He remembers her name even before he remembers his own. She was a Healer. Flashes of chicken eggs. A building in Rethwellan, exploding. Sitting together, talking over - something - both of them upset and apologizing...
- sending her fleeing to safety, promising he would come back and find her, calling down Final Strike to cover her escape -
His name was Leareth. When the memory comes to him, it's of her voice speaking his name.
They were lifebonded.
He remembers her almost more clearly than he remembers the tower and Urtho, and it hurts, but - in a normal way, not a piece ripped out of his mind's foundation.
Not like what she must be feeling right now, if in fact she made it out alive (and he should be able to think about the world where she didn't, but he flinches away from it...)
He's in Rethwellan right now; the bits and pieces of Essi, the child whose body he took, remember that. (A quiet murmur of regret, an apology to nothing, a promise to himself that someday somehow he will fix it...)
North. He needs to get north, find his people, and then he can figure out what to do about Belrun.