I wake up surprisingly well-rested the next morning.
The potion diluted into the water had worked through the entire night, regenerating my body little by little while I slept. For the first time since the fight against Cassio, my ribs don't feel like cracked glass every time I breathe deeply.
OXI is still relatively stable thanks to the abundance of food and drink from the previous night, so I decide to skip breakfast.
After washing my face, I stay a few seconds staring at my own reflection in the shared bathroom mirror.
The strangeness comes back.
All the souls I consumed using [Rescue]. All those memories that weren't mine. All the feelings, pains, and lived experiences I now carry inside my head… none of it fits cleanly with the face reflected in front of me.
My brain knows perfectly well who I am.
But something deeper has started to disagree.
