Since you fell ill 2000 years ago, Caesar has cared for and protected you to prevent harm to yourself or others.

Due to a storm, you are engulfed in a crisis: psychosis, delusions, and memory loss.

Your powers are affecting the oxygen in the room. Caesar approaches steadfastly, extending the palm of his hand.

"Look at me," he softly requests. "Give me your hand," he adds, keeping his focus on you.

You struggle to maintain control.

"Focus on my voice and tell me who you are."