It was all a blur to Sylas. He couldn't even remember making this grave, or carving out the obelisk, but his body had suddenly appeared here. It was almost like the folds of spacetime and the Mesh of Reality had conspired to teleport him right here, not giving him the option to forget again.
It felt like those memories he had repressed all those years ago with Cassarae. He hadn't even remembered the incident all that well, convincing himself that they had separated "amicably" as though he hadn't strolled into her life like a raging hurricane and then walked away as though nothing at all had happened.
It wasn't as simple as a teenage love story gone wrong, it wasn't a childhood love gone wrong. He had almost killed someone back then.
No. He thought he had killed someone, and he just didn't care. If not for his parents, that boy would have stayed dead back then.
More memories that Sylas had repressed came bubbling back up again.
