She curled on her side and wept.
I love you, Damian. Please forgive me!
*****
Two had never heard kiri cry so hard. Her heart was breaking. He walked through the halls quickly, the emerging thoughts in his head baffling him. He couldn't remember what the master had ordered him away to do. Something about Damian, the man who made kiri cry. All he could see in his head was kiri sobbing and the dreams she'd made him remember. They weren't good dreams, and the ones she showed him weren't the only ones in his head. Every step he took brought more memories of people and places he felt to his core he knew - but couldn't recognize.
"Don't cry, kiri," he said in a ragged voice and gripped his head.
He didn't know what to do. His master was hurting her. Why didn't she go back to his head, where she was safe? Why did she come to see him? He took care of her and fed her and let her walk around. Every time he freed her, he hoped she would return to his head. But she didn't.
Damian. Darian.
The images she'd put his head made him stagger and fall against the rough wall. The chain around his hand bit into his finger, and he looked at it. It was kiri's. He rolled up his sleeve, staring in wonder at the tattoo on his bicep. He didn't remember how he got it, and he doubted it'd been there before kiri put it there hours before.
Damian needs you. Please help him, Darian. He was Darian, eldest son of the White God.
The dreams bombarded him faster now. He looked around him and at the necklace in his hand. He was going to Damian. If he freed Damian, kiri would go back to his head, where his master couldn't hurt her.
Two went to Damian's cell and opened the door. Damian was still and silent, but he wasn't dead. No, the master had been waiting to kill him, had been feeding Damian the same juice Two stopped drinking. Damian was chained to the wall so he could be force fed what looked like fruit punch. Two had helped force feed him, before he knew kiri loved him. Damian was the strongest man Two had ever met.
As Two gazed at Damian, another flash of images driving him to his knees. His gaze fell to the silvery ring the man before him wore. Two pulled up his sleeve. Damian had a symbol like his on his ring. He lifted the chain, kiri's chain, and looked at the identical marks, struck by the idea that he somehow belonged to the same world they did.