@soultimed / ep iii s.c.
oscar leans against the wall and listens to the others excitedly inspecting pietro’s modifications to their gear. he can’t help but look down at the twisting thorns etched upon the cane’s handle. just gazing at it fills oscar with a sense of nostalgia as emotions of lifetimes swirl within him with just a single glance at the trusted weapon. when he holds it, oscar feels like it’s been in his hands forever.
“ hey, oz? “ oscar raises head to look at the image of the former headmaster that only he can see. “ have you ever thought about modifying long memory? “









