XLVII → There Is No Rememberance of Former Things

[Voice Post]
((Click.))
((Shuffling, dragging, heavy boots and the stride of the wounded soldier.))

A carousel--?

((Breathing as though conscious of breath and need therefore.))

This...

This is not the Tower.
No, this isn't Heaven at all...or Assiah...or Hell...

None.

... ... ...

Impossible.

((A long pause.))

He is not here.

I cannot stay here.

((The footsteps proceed; wingbeats, weak.))
((Click.))
[//Voice Post Ends]

[ooc: Because the City and I are sadistic, Katan has been mentally sent back to his arrival--about a year ago. Huh. Anyway, when he arrived, he crashed out of the sky (this is canon). As such, today, he's totally crazy and thinks he's all beaten up and bloody from the fights and the crash. He isn't. He's fine. But the City and his mind make him think that he's hurting after falling through the roof of the Tower and he's hauled himself to the square. Really, who doesn't love crazy Katan? He's totally ate up with crazy already, so what's a little more?]