Ivan
'Close it!' Van commanded, his energy fighting to resist the burning in our blood. 'Whatever you opened, we're not meant to see it!'
He's right, but I don't know how to shut it off.
It's only flashes of broken images that I can't make sense of, but I know it's me. It makes no sense since I thought Van's lifetime was the first my soul experienced. Yet, something about this feels even older. Looking at it feels like watching a damaged black-and-white movie, and like Van said, something we weren't supposed to witness. The question is why.
Asher wasn't helping things. He hit me again with the staff, but I was able to block it before he could cut me again. However, my arm was already feeling the effects of the toxins. That, and I felt nauseous, and my heartbeat wasn't beating normally. That was only after a few seconds and with only a scratch. What would it do to me if he hit me too many times or stayed in my skin for a longer time?