Lynn opened his mouth, but every word he wanted to say caught in his throat.
He remained there in silence for a long time.
At last, he looked again at Sir Awen, whose eyes were closed before him. Countless indescribable emotions seemed to surge in his eyes, a look that even the Colossus found painful to see.
He truly had not died, but some things made even death seem acceptable.
Yet he should have known long ago.
A so-called backup.
It only brought back his past self. There was always a stretch of the past that, once truly lost, could never be recovered.
Time passed in silence.
At last.
After who knew how long.
They saw his tightly closed eyes stir. Then, under their watchful gazes, he slowly opened those eyes so familiar to Lynn.
"Big Brother Awen!"
"Awen!"
"How are you feeling? Are you awake?"
They crowded around him, and Lynn immediately helped him sit up. All of them watched him anxiously.
Sir Awen raised a hand to his forehead, but Lynn could clearly sense that the chaotically draining psionics within him had instinctively triggered some stabilizing mechanism the moment his consciousness awakened. It slowly began to settle, because psionics was inherently a power governed by the mind. As long as one's will remained orderly, one's psionics would no longer drain away uncontrollably.
Looking at his tightly narrowed eyes.
Lynn still instinctively felt that perhaps there was a sliver of hope.
Yes.
Perhaps it was indeed as the Matriarch had said, an ancient backup. But perhaps Sir Awen's memory data had not truly drained away completely. Perhaps that intangible soul still held every little moment from their first meeting until now. Perhaps it was not all lost.
He still clung to that faint possibility of hope.
Hearing the concern