Again. Again, and again, and again. Screams of pain, their own and others— Voices, pleading or angry, desperate or full of resolve, terrified or exhausted of this cycle.

Another cycle passed, then another— TwoTime could still remember where they had been hacked apart by the machete of a masked figure, burned away by the blade of a child with no knowledge of his own actions, a being of pure hate that cut them down without a second thought. Fatal wounds, ones that faded when the cycle started again...

But TwoTime could still feel them. The injuries dug deep, the sensations of them making their skin crawl with a pain that sunk past their skin, past their softer internal tissue, all the way down to their soul. It hurt so deeply, in ways they couldn't carve out of them with their own dagger.

And now, the cycle had begun again. They stood upon a location that had become familiar to them after so many visits to it— Yorick's Resting Place, if they recalled right. A mansion in the distance, atop a hill— a graveyard down at the base, strange walls and trees filling the area...

A soft murmur left TwoTime's lips, the muttering of phrases that clung to their brain like an unforgettable sermon. In one hand, they clutched their dagger, the frown that dared to tug their face downwards pulling apart as they smiled at nothing.

Another cycle, one that was not their first, and would never be their last. Trials and tribulations that tested their faith, a faith unwavering even after all this time. As long as they still held their beliefs, they'd find their freedom.

The Spawn would redeem them for their efforts. When they were freed of this place, all that they had done will be worth more than they could ever imagine.

They would be free, of their own accord or not. But for now, they would keep alive as best they could, and support their comrades just as well—

Ah, that reminded them. The cycle had been set in motion, and their thoughts had distracted them from tending to the world around them. TwoTime hummed as they walked forward, searching for their teammates, a hand rising to adjust the large hat sat atop their head.