Reign of Discord

"Do you remember, Jayce?" Echos all around and he is awoken once more. "Do you remember?" He turned his head aimlessly, checking his visibility for the hundredth time. The voice, rattling in his injured head, kept repeating the same question, asking something he didn't quite understand.
Recollections of the past were nonexistent, so he came to assume that he did not, in fact, remember.
He lay still, chest pulsing as he tried to take a breath. That's right...he couldn't breath here. There was no air for him, for anything like him.
"You don't remember. You don't remember, Jayce?" They asked anew, responsive to his weak reply. He wanted to shake his head but something around him prevented it. The pressure of this water, and the suffocating blackness... He couldn't help but wish he was anywhere else, instead of drowning endlessly at the bottom of this ocean. He felt himself falling ever more, wondering how long it would take him to pass away again, or at least hit the bottom.
"You'll remember, Jayce. You'll remember it all." And Jayce shut his eyes, wishing he didn't have to remember again, wishing all of this would end, instead of repeat and repeat and repeat once more. Because there was no hope for him and there was no point in living, but this was how life was for him. Hope was flawed. Hope was useless. Hope was dead... just like he should be.
"I'll remember then forget." He muttered into the dark, and the essence of a laugh escaped him, swimming into the water helplessly for no one to hear.