"How are you holding up?" the being asked innocently.
"Fuck you," Neraxis muttered, holding up a hand over his forehead.
He had been through God knew how many previous incarnations of himself. In fact, he'd lost count after 25,000.
These memories, or whatever he was viewing, didn't actually display the entire lifetime of that particular version of Neraxis. Instead, he only saw the most important bits.
The first version of himself stood in a forest, and the only reason he was there was because that was where he killed his first human.
The second was a bit simpler. Just a Neraxis who had started a family, and he watched his kids' first steps.
Each one was much different from the rest, and as for the family-related ones? Half of them, Neraxis couldn't even recognize.
Sometimes his parents were different, even a couple of times he didn't have a sister and instead had a brother.
Basically a mess... a total fucking mess... Neraxis thought with a sigh.
