The onslaught of memory is... a lot. As expected, of course, with any of these, but there is the matter of the content, the helplessness and brutality of it.

Some elements, here and there, are almost familiar - in one way or another.

The present floods back, almost more disorienting than the sudden drop into the memory itself. Mithrun shakes himself, finding his bearings - then looks in Ardyn's... general direction. Confirming the guy's still alive after having an Intellect Devourer... y'know. Explode on him.

Somehow, Mithrun suspects he's fine.