Remembering from Nirvana

┊LVII┊I am the Destroyer┊2┊

Arriving at his and Peril's shared room, Error then sat down on the bed and heaved a sigh.

Today has been a hectic day, with him having to greet the other court members and having to tell them that he's fine and okay, and not at all virus infected. It took a bit of convincing that there's nothing wrong with him though, and he ended up just eating something to at least soothe Crimson's worried SOUL.

It was quite delicious though at least. A chocolate crepe with a small brownie on the side. He couldn't eat a lot, but he had tried his best and that seemed to be enough for the royal chef. Despite the chaos that happened thanks to return however, he couldn't help but feel warm to see them care so much for him, even though he hasn't been in the Empire for a while.

He then flopped on his back and stared at the ceiling. Although some of his memories had come back, he couldn't help but feel like that wasn't even half of his memories.

More like... only a portion of it?

He doesn't know why it felt like that though... maybe he's quite older than what they originally had thought?

Actually, how old even is he? He's sure that he's not a teenager despite being told that he looked like one. Did he really look that young?

Sitting up and then staring at the mirror in their room, Error got off the bed and walked over towards it, staring at his reflection. He was short, shorter than the average height from what he's noticed... actually, he's shorter than literally a lot of the court members from both the Moon and Sun Empire. The only except was Prism, being a couple inches shorter than him. His face didn't really look that young, but that was his personal opinion. He had an air of youth however, despite the fading scars that made him look like those...

War machines or whatever rumor has been going around about him. He doesn't know where that even came from, but his sensitive hearing has been picking it up every now and then. Could it be because of the scars?

Speaking of scars, he noticed that he had less scars than when he first saw himself, which was around the time when he had fallen off the cliff. Back then, there were quite a lot of cracks and scars everywhere, so much so that some people had urged him to go to the doctors and get himself covered in bandages because they were either uncomfortable, or concerned for his well being.

It wasn't until he had managed to convince the doctors that he's fine, and that he doesn't need any bandages. He's not bleeding anyways so there's no major issue, and he can't really feel pain either. The scars were nothing to him really.

It was quite astonishing how fast he's healing though. He felt like his scars shouldn't even be healing like this, yet they were.

Squishing his cheekbones and then squinting, he then pinched his own face before leaning in for a closer look. This was another thing he had noticed. Unlike the other skeletons, especially the 'Sans' variants, his bones had a more... elasticky feel to it? Is that a good way to describe it?

He's seen Peril pinch Crimson's cheekbone before, and even Mist do it to Onyx, but there wasn't as much of a pull unlike his, nor did it even look like how his would react, which was like pinching skin...? It was weird.

It was almost like he's a different skeleton altogether, like he doesn't belong with them.

Error hissed and held his skull, stumbling and holding on to the mirror to stabilize himself when a sudden headache came on before accidentally squeezing too hard. He flinched at the shattering sound of glass and wincing when the mirror ended up breaking, feeling shards digging into his bones, causing him to stumble back in shock.

Error then stared at the mirror before his hand with wide eyesockets. He didn't... mean to put pressure– no. In the first place, he hadn't put much pressure to break the glass normally, but when he had slightly pressed on the mirror just a little bit, it suddenly shattered like this.