(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

one threw his hands in the air in disgust.
"Calm yourself. He's only disoriented, as were we all. Give him a moment to
get his bearings."
The mad one snarled, foaming like a rabid dog, "You are all THIEVES...
wearing MY body... MY body, and you will give it BACK!"
"I am at the limits of my patience with your howling! Be silent, or -"
"This arguing avails us nothing! Give him his space, leave him be. "
"Time is no longer in our favor. I will not stand here and squander another
moment while our adversary is no doubt hunting for us. We waited long
enough for him to awaken - I will speak to him now.
Had the crystal broken my mind? As my vision refocused I looked at the
three more closely.
The one who helped me up resembled me, but his face seemed... calmer
somehow. He gave a slight smile, and nodded as if in approval. "Are you all
right?"
Another stood with his back was hunched, as if perpetually afraid of being
struck. He watched me warily, and he hissed under my gaze, his hands
clenching, as if wanting to strangle me. His arms were horribly gnarled and
scarred, as if they had been dunked into a stream of acid - and his left arm
looked like it was holding on by a thread, literally.
The last one carried himself more like a force than a man. His eyes were
watching me carefully, and as I studied him, I felt him studying me. "So... it
has come to this."
"Who are you?" I asked him as he approached. His eyes locked onto mine
like steel.
"I will not surrender my name to you or any man." The man's voice was
rough, like mine, and it rang strangely in my ears. "As for 'who I am,' you
should be asking yourself that - you are one of my incarnations. You made it
here, with my clues to guide you."
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