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Arxus eventually sat up, unable to sleep any longer. "I've got the screams of a thousand tormented souls echoing throughout my brain, and you're asking me about my outlook on life. I didn't peg you for a comedian, Sauron." The male rubbed over his face, wishing away some of the pain that still was inflicted upon his head. He gazed around the medical bay, seeing now as both Scythe and Varrus had entered within the ward. The latter of which he hadn't seen since Theseus went to Luna. Arxus shook his head. Their first mission as a fireteam was a disaster. He would surely be held accountable.

"There were too many..." Arxus muttered, still clutching his face. "Thousands of them. Cultists. Ready to live and die for that bastard dark one. If the others did escape that ritual chamber, the Bones of Enxor probably grabbed them. Probably bleeding them dry right now." He paused for a moment, closing his eyes and feeling the caress of his own digits. "I-... I had it pretty bad. He just reached into my mind and started poking around. He knows about all of us; our names, our exploits and every little thing that makes us tick. And he left me with these images. Contorted expressions and hellish scenarios that depict my demise in an infinite number of ways..." Arxus fell silent for a good while. He tried to get out of bed again, but his pain manifested elsewhere on his body. He felt like he had just been stuck on the shins with a sledgehammer.

He groaned and sat back down. "He showed me something, though. Something that I feel like he didn't want me seeing." He sighed and looked up towards Sauron and Varrus, and the bedridden Sara. "He was a Guardian once. One of us. He poked at my memories... and showed me his."