I felt like I was falling.
I didn't know what was happening, but the fact that I was still alive was already a miracle in and of itself. I didn't feel like I was in pain though, but that shouldn't be possible... Or maybe I was already dead and this was just my brain firing off the last few thoughts I could ever have.
Actually, I should be burning to a crisp right now. In fact, why was I even capable of thought?
"...e's not...."
"....move...."
Voices echoed from all around me. I barely recognized Mathilde's voice, but there were others... Others that I was pretty sure weren't supposed to be here before... Were these memories?
"...the fire..."
"....retreating..."
"....reinforcements?..."
"....primzahl...."