Dinin + Sunlight = Passing out for great justice
It was all a blur when Dinin suddenly had awareness again, as himself and not as--He couldn't complete the thought, his eyes searing with agony as the sunlight assaulted them. Bright! It was too bright! He was on the surface, in daylight!
He gave out a cry and stumbled away from the street, knocking someone over in the process. Someone muttered something about cosplayers, but he didn't know what the words were, entirely foreign to his ears. The light had all of his concern.
The alley didn't give him much shelter against the light, but shadows were better than anything. Dinin tripped over his unfamiliar feet and sprawled then, catching himself against the cool, hard ground. Confusion wracked his brain, his entire body screamed with confusion at suddenly being what it was once in a previous time, before he had been betrayed. Memories came back to him, of two bodies, and--
It was all too much, too quickly, and the sun and too many noises beat around him. Everything was so loud and confusing, and he couldn't understand a single sound of it. His mind, already exhausted, fled from consciousness.
He gave out a cry and stumbled away from the street, knocking someone over in the process. Someone muttered something about cosplayers, but he didn't know what the words were, entirely foreign to his ears. The light had all of his concern.
The alley didn't give him much shelter against the light, but shadows were better than anything. Dinin tripped over his unfamiliar feet and sprawled then, catching himself against the cool, hard ground. Confusion wracked his brain, his entire body screamed with confusion at suddenly being what it was once in a previous time, before he had been betrayed. Memories came back to him, of two bodies, and--
It was all too much, too quickly, and the sun and too many noises beat around him. Everything was so loud and confusing, and he couldn't understand a single sound of it. His mind, already exhausted, fled from consciousness.