From time to time, Sylas would still think about that day he was forced to confront his own weakness for the first time.
Every time he faced it, he tried to forget it, he tried to throw it from his mind and ignore it, but every time he stepped out into this world he would be forced to face it again.
Death.
Back on Earth, ignoring these things wasn't difficult. In fact, it was even easy for him. There was nothing as permanent as death looming around every corner, so every time he made a mistake he could just bury it in another part of his brain and then move on as though nothing at all had happened.
But time and time again, out in this world post Summoning, he was forced to face the possibility of his death. And every time he did, that nagging discomfort in the back of his mind would come again, and then again, and then again.
The defensive mechanism he had built up so perfectly back on Earth felt completely worthless here.
