Having a memory wiped from your head and then replaced with something else… yes. Even within the bizarre context of his life, this was fucked up.
Eastiel remembered everything. Not just his identity outside this makeshift, plasticine alternate universe, but his identity within it as well. It was a horrific double exposure. The cosmic horror of it…
Was it the forgetting? No. It was in the merging.
No. Actually, it made a kind of sense. It felt like he was still perfectly, entirely himself. He was Eastiel. But the prompt was different.
Eastiel, but a bully. In a high school setting.
A simple directive, and his own mind, his memory, his own soul, had rushed to fill in the details, the gaps, grafting the raw data of his real life, his brother, his rivalries, his Cecilia, onto this alien framework.
Everything was still eerily the same, yet the context made it feel like a funhouse mirror reflection, warped and mocking. Entirely different.
