Painblinding pain. This was all that Throm could feel as his very being was spliced together cell by cell. But with each cell that fell into place to construct his corporeal form, he felt more like himself than he had ever felt these past few years. Before the accident that had since merged black makou into his life force. Before the bitter bile of resentment had fought and won its war within him. Before he had tasted real loss, and truly was shown how fickle the world around him could be. Each second seemed to drag on into eternity. Seconds became minutes. Minutes, hours. These hours in turn became days. How many? Throm had lost track long before the pain had subsided and his naked emaciated form fell from the work table to the chill surface of the floor below.
He lay there for some time before pulling himself shakily to his feet. One simple glance down at his chest confirmed that the horrid black scar was no long present. It worked! he thought as realization gripped the Cetra. How could it be in a world without absolution that my sins stand forgiven? Can it truly be I am simply nothing more than a fresh slate of my own creation? Throm thought as he shivered uncontrollably. He grasped with futile effort at the robe that he had laid out for himself ahead of time, finally balling up both of his fists to clutch the garment causing him to once more fall to the floor. Lying there tangled in his own robe, Throm found himself unable to keep a smile from slowly spreading across his face. He marvelled at the prospect that perhaps she might love him again. That his son might wish to be in the same room as him once more. That he could go to Colin with a fix to the problem that had plagued them both and finally be the friend that he had neglected to be.
A series of coughs wracked the mans body as he convulsed into a fetal ball for a moment before rolling onto his back. The cold continued to seep into him and he pulled the robe tighter to his body with his knotted fingers. A grim realization tugged at the back of his mind yet Throm refused to permit such thoughts to intrude upon his moment. Slowly he sat up and stared down to the end of the room where the massive magenta pillar stood. Encased and suspended within it was the visage of Throm before his seperation. Encased within it was all of his power, all of the natural born ability that served to allow him to defy lifes very fickle nature. Throm cast the pillar just one more glance before he slowly crawled from the room, his words coming in the form of a small croak.
'I don't need you anymore...'
