Oni listened to what Christa had to say, brow flickering almost instantly as she talked about a person that felt nothing. That sounded familiar. He brushed it off, it couldn’t be… right? He hadn’t heard from her since that dream sequence.
He sat back and allowed Christa the space she needed to work through her memories, reaching out when he felt that wave of emotion and panic and he covered a knee with his gloved hand. Maybe his touch could help ease the torrid emotions? He didn’t know, he was just going off gut instinct.
It was only when she spoke about the person referring to themselves at nothing and getting into her head that the pieces fell into place and Oni felt his stomach bottom out. “Deah…” he breathed softly, a wave of memories hitting him not that dissimilar to the way that a truck would if it had hit him at sixty and over.