Gear wasn't sure what he saw.
These visions he got was something he knew existed, he'd seen countless of them in the village of perpetual side quests. He wasn't entirely sure what they were, or what they meant. However ever since the Forged Existence had been taken care of, and he created a grave for all the villagers, he hadn't received any more of those visions.
Until now.
Just now when he looked at Travis a vision had taken over. Hundreds of people who looked exactly like Travis had been taken by despair. They lay amongst the ground, haven given up. Except for one. A singular version of Travis who stood at the middle. The Taijitu replacing the dot on his mask. Reaching up he took it off, revealing his exhausted and lifeless expression.
At that moment Gear was overtaken with the feeling of pity and sorrow. A sixth sense told him that Travis had been suffering silently, and it was starting to eat away at him.
