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It felt like months that he had been out cold, but in reality it was only a few hours. Arxus awoke in a sweat, laying within the med bay of the Bladeship. How did he get here? All he could remember was Sauron's face, and asking if he was real or not. Arxus clutched his head in pain; the images continued to rip through his mind and induce both physical and mental trauma. The pain triggered his memories. They were on Luna fighting, and half of Theseus was lost... then he showed up and kidnapped Arxus. He did things... toyed with his brain. Left thoughts that weren't his own. Images of death repeating over and over again. His eyes widened. He remembered. The Dark One was headed to Ceres now, to awaken Enxor. He had to warn Avgust, he had to.

He tried to crawl out of bed, but he couldn't. The pain was too much, so he just fell back into the bed. His gaze looked around and saw a few characters standing about the med bady. Sara was laying nearby, crying. He felt bad for her. She was still a young Guardian, and the nightmares hit her harder than they hit Arxus. Bayros was there as well, muttering something unintelligible. He couldn't discern what exactly. And then Sauron suddenly burst in. The Exo who beat death twice now. He wasn't even a Sunsinger. Arxus rolled over and faced him.

"She's been like that the entire time." He muttered. There were brief breaks in his pain, but it always came back. He had managed to ward off the images of death on occasion, but they came back as well.