Not all who wander (Athena)
Going into concept had been unpleasant. It wasn't something that Oizys did a lot. She wasn't a fighter and she didn't often find herself killed by things. Like maybe some other people who went rampaging around and got killed a lot. She wasn't used to it, and didn't particularly like it. Somehow she'd managed to forget what it had felt like the last time. Maybe it was because it had been so long ago that she couldn't actually remember it. Or maybe it had been a coping mechanism.
Whatever it was, Oizys was pretty sure she wouldn't forget it this time. It wasn't every day that you exploded.
Worse than going into Concept was coming out of it again. Sooner than she'd expected, though she couldn't be sure if she'd been there the appropriate time or not. Not a lot of dealings with it made things a little more difficult. But she felt herself pulled at, and tugged at, in such an extreme way that she really couldn't ignore it.
Right out of Concept she came.
It was okay until she was back in a reformed corpus. Then she was dazed and confused and couldn't recognize her surroundings, or even form a complete thought. It was all down to instinct at that point. Stumbling a bit, she made her way to the one who had been calling to her. It was a face she felt she should know, and maybe she shouldn't be standing this close to, but her brain wouldn't form a solid thought, and all her processes were completely out of whack.
Probably it was because of the explosion. Which she vaguely remembered at this point. Vaguely. Her body retained the sensation of it, but she couldn't quite make sense of the images floating through her mind. She decided it was likely best to just focus on whoever this was who was so drowning in their Misery that they'd been able to pull her out of Concept. After she'd exploded. Oizys just couldn't stop thinking about that one little key piece of information.