Wheeling Gull Isle and the worms ate into his brain

The void—it was an appropriate name for it filled him with worry upon hearing it. The boy could recall bits and pieces of being in the sea, mostly the emptiness that filled him when he was deep beneath the waves; those brief moments where the water swallowed him up so eagerly. He could not remember rising up again or crashing in to the rocks, or landing earthside on the beach. The water had cleansed him—this void—it had emptied him of everything and now, as he sat here with Maegi, he was struggling to find those pieces again. Maybe he was not meant to.

He listens to her with a dreamy glaze upon his face. As she speaks of Sithis he does not appear to hear her, not until she says his old name, —Teamouse. Blessed by Mephala, even by Sithis— and finally he stops mentally drifting between past and present. There is no use in trying to stir up memory of what came before the escape from the void. As he returned to himself he forgot his issues with speech and asked, Ssith-is? But, oddly, it was a word that flowed quite well from his ruined throat. Perhaps that was a sign as well.