[ it isn't a particularly pleasant memory to flashback to, this time.

even if avdol hadn't died in india, that moment -- holding avdol's still body, seeing the glistening blood that poured from his forehead wound, tracing vivid lines down his face -- was still incredibly unsettling to relive. after all, at the time, he'd been quite convinced that avdol really had been killed. the thought of losing a companion in an instant, of being unable to do anything for him, is still enough to send an uncomfortable twinge through his chest, and kakyoin swallows thickly to quell the cold anxiety rising in his throat.

avdol isn't dead, he reminds himself. avdol is still well, still as reliable as always, and is back in egypt with the others. it's still just a matter of getting back there, no matter what it takes. ]

Aah, something seems to be happening lately. I -- something's been following me. Some sort of bird, that I think only I can see. And when people touch it, I ... end up having a strange flashback. I think other people also see it.

[ he's frankly pretty glad to already be seated, and kakyoin slumps forward a bit in his seat, bracing his elbows on his knees as he rubs his fingertips at his temples to quell a headache. ]

You -- saw something, didn't you?