'Heath took you under his wing, like the son he never got a chance to have. Yet you don't know how much you healed him, giving him purpose and meaning to the life that he had already deemed meaningless.' Macie pressed on, her words solemnly played out in Jayce's mind.
Scenes of his previous life replayed in his mind, practicing the sword with his Leader, talking for hours about battle formations and their usefulness against different monster types. Heath's face lighting up in pride when Jayce would perform well.
However these scenes were not from his point of view. It was as if he were a spectator, watching as himself and Heath interacted with each other. It was a bizarre feeling, one that he had trouble getting his head around.
In the next moment, the scene completely changed. In front of him was Macie and Heath, in the midst of a farewell at some makeshift city gates. Jayce could recognize them almost instantly, as he had just returned from Qinling city.