Elysif sat against the side of an old brick building on Berner Street. She seemed like she was depressed but that was not the case. She was focusing on the area around her. With Iscarat’s help she had once again created several familiars that were scouting the area. Due to all of the information coming into her head at once it was beginning to give her a headache but she kept on.

“I found him. A woman and a man just disappeared into thin air around the corner.” She said. Persona ran out while Scott attempted to help Elysif up.”Go on Scott, my head hurts too much to run over their at the moment.” She said as she placed her palm against her forehead.

“Okay.” he said running after Persona. Scott came around the corner just in time to see Persona disappear into a wall of nothing. Then everything behind it started to appear as if it were there the whole time. The woman was on the ground lying in a pool of her own blood and the changeling was being held in a choke hold by Persona.

“Scott, check her.” Persona yelled. He did as he asked knowing that he was right in asking that.

“It’s too late, she’s lost too much blood.” He replied after attempting to stop the bleeding and checking her pulse.

“I see.”

“At least we caught the changeling.”

“Ya, now let’s get him in cuffs before he tries anything.” Scott said, gesturing at the changeling who was struggling to breathe.

“Of course, - Aggh!” Persona cried as he grabbed his forehead with his free hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“So that’s why he said I lost it… I become Lou Barret again.”

“What are you talking about?” Scott said, grabbing the changeling and putting one side of the cuffs onto his left hand. When he went to put the other on his right hand though, Persona let go of him and fell over. The changeling attempted to strike Scott with his free hand in order to get him to let go of his left. Scott dodged and struck him with an uppercut to the chin.

The strike sent him staggering back gripping his mouth but was pulled back in by Scott who had refused to let go of the cuffs. His grip was so strong that blood was dripping from his palm. Scott reeled him back in and put him in the same choke hold that Persona had done before.

He looked over at Persona who had fallen to the ground clutching his head and was now slowly standing up. “Sorry you had to deal with that emotionless version of myself.” He said.

* * *

Moments earlier

“So Tim?”

“Yes?”

“Could you maybe let me go? I think I have been locked in here long enough.”

“I guess you did stay a few days. Fine, you may go.” Tim said, rubbing the back of their own head.

“Oh, before I forget. Why did you even want to do any of that philosophical bullshit where I have some kind of revelation? All I feel now is depression and pain.”

“I read it in a book where the hero has to fight himself under the guise of the one they fear the most as a way to promote character growth.”

“I could see how that might work in a book but I’m way too dense for that and plus if anyone is the protagonist it’s Scott or Mordred.”

“If you say so. Now get out of here.” Tim said with a snap of their fingers. The floor fell out from below me and I was falling. Being back in my own body felt nice but I felt heavy like my physical body had just fallen to the ground.

I was clutching my head like I was in pain but didn’t feel anything. Then I started to feel it. All the stuff that happened while I was away came to me like a flurry of lost memories. I couldn’t believe that my logical self had managed to travel through time. At the same time though I feel like he was judging me even though we were the same person. I guess I always have been one to loathe myself so it wasn’t much different.