In Memory, Chains - stolen from TRIDEMON

You have emoted: Tridemon sits, again. In isolation. Again. Thinking in circles. Again. Staring down at his hands. And narrowing his eyes.
You think to yourself: I can make things. Can't I? ... what should I make? ... the Even Blade? ... That's for killing. Restraint? Chains. Memory...
You have emoted: Tridemon looks down at his hands. Again.
You have emoted: Tridemon moves his hands in front of him, starting to pull something intangible from somewhere. Moving his hands. Making a loop. A ring. A link. A flash of memory. A little lucidian girl, smiling up at her big brother. Features indistinct. Blue-violet.
You have emoted: Tridemon makes another ring. Another link. Connected to the first. Another flash of memory. An indistinct voice. Childish. "C'mon, *KSHCT*!" A name, completely unrecognizable. "Brother, let's GO!"
You have emoted: Tridemon keeps going. Loops and rings and links in a chain. A chain of blue-violet crystal. Crystalline memory. Nothing strange or even novel. Everyday things. A simple life. Family. Being loved, and loving in return. Names that are broken, staticky things. Faces with features that slip from the mind. A smile. A laugh, high and crystalline, shimmering like a RAINBOW.
You have emoted: Tridemon puts aside the first chain. Holding it inside. A mental construct of life, love, family. Childhood, without care.
You have emoted: Tridemon takes on a much grimmer expression as he begins on the second chain, left eye rotating in place, not letting any of the pupils focus on the chain. A memory of pain, in garnet. The voices from the first chain. Some of them less familiar than others. Every adult. The little sister. "*KSHCT!*" The unknown name. "Brother!" Pain. An entire limb becoming... other. Pain in garnet and amethyst.
You have emoted: Another link. Another. Memories of pain and isolation. Tridemon keeps making more and more rings. An arm too large for a small body. Always in pain. A small blessing that it does not grow. A lack of balance. The inability to run and play. Too fragile. Too brittle. Constant little breaks and cracks and bleeding, always bleeding.
You have emoted: Memories of isolation. Pain. Drifting away from family and love. And finally leaving it behind. Tridemon finishes the chain with the memory of standing before the Portal of Fate as a young adult, staring into it, unblinking.
You have emoted: Tridemon puts the second chain away in his mind, holding the mental construct. Memories of pain in garnet and amethyst, next to the first chain of life and love and childhood, in blue-violet crystal.