Revenant tried to speak, weaving together cleverly crafted lies he had prepared to defend himself. These question were, after all, inevitable with the knowledge he held and how freely he shared it with those below him. But his voice immediately caught in his throat as he began to spill those lies, and instead started to choke on them.
They felt like a lump, filling his entire throat and the more he tried to force them out, the larger the lump grew. All he could do was swallow the lies, and replace it with the truth. It was an influence he was already starting to feel.
If he told the truth, then everything would be okay. He would feel better after telling the truth. It just made sense. After all, who didn't love hearing the truth? The truth was fantastic and lying... lying was just horrible.
Lying was what made this choking feeling in his throat. Lying felt like it was actually trying to kill him. But telling the truth... that would make him feel so alive. It was so right!
