Eno Liberi
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Eno had gotten used to these instances of 'group therapy' by now. Though, this would be the first time he would hear of everyone else's ailments, much like how this would also be the first time he revealed what had ailed him.
It was poetic, really, a way to say 'farewell' to the issues that had brought them all together in the first place, the final step in their rehabilitation, or so he hoped.
He listened intently as those around him spoke of what their own delusions were. Some believed they were not from this world, other believed they had supernatural powers, and others still, had vivid delusions of fighting in wars, some that would leave the very planet around them permanently scarred.
In the end, he too spoke up, waiting his turn.
"I am Eno Liberi. My delusions began as nightmares. One where I had transformed into some avian abomination, a calamity to its surroundings. All after I had become disillusioned with a group I had believed to be my family. I... Think it was called... 'Reunion'." He shook his head a little, taking a moment to clear his head, then smiled.
"I'm pleased to say I am no longer sleep walking, nor have I had any more of these delusions. The nightmares are gone too. Of course, I still have trouble singing. But in time, I hope to share with you, the song that has haunted me my whole life." He said, clasping his hands together.
Seeing Chloe trying to calm herself too, he offered her a gentle pat on her shoulder. Once upon a time, they were classmates, before he had been committed here for his increasingly erratic behavior. It seemed she too had followed suit just a few months after.
In the end, they were all in the same boat.
Though as those amongst the circle began to talk amongst himself, he couldn't help but begin to eavesdrop on the nearby conversations. And one in particular ended up shaking him to his core; Khada had taken upon himself to tell a story of a 'Golden Demon', one who had ravaged their very surroundings, destabilizing a once delicate balance between man and demon.
Only for it to have been discovered to have been a man.
To him, it brought back vivid memories of those nightmares he once had. One where he felt much like a demon, one who ensnared many in his song, one who raised a herd of infected and was destined to bring disaster to those around him.
But the most unsettling part about those nightmares. Was that it was only in them, that he found himself able to sing.
His hoarse, pained cries blended together to form a haunting melody.
A lullaby that felt eerily familiar to him.
Though he tried to hide it, his eyes widened as he turned towards Khada, then averted his gaze, trying to play off his reaction.
It seemed in the end, the story had a third, unexpected listener, at least until Elijah's... Eccentricity was brought to his attention, allowing him the excuse he needed to get up and tend to the situation.
Offering Chloe a timid wave, he moved over to Elijah, relieved to see Clark had already begun to try and help him back to the circle.
"Elijah. It's okay. You're here now, with us. You're safe, alright?" He said, noticing that Elijah seemed a little less distant this time.
If it weren't for that nasty pain in his throat whenever he tried, he might have attempted to at least hum a lullaby.
Somehow, that was his first instinct to comfort someone.
After all, he had this faint memory of someone comforting him the same way. Someone who took pity on his inability to sing to himself.
Their hands were cold, but yet... They had a distinct warmth in their voice when they sang.
Who was she...? Where did she go...?
He shook his head, deciding to focus on Elijah for now. Such thoughts rarely helped him rehabilitate in the end...