Scott was losing his sense of self.
He could feel it.
Every time he respawned as a new creature, or 'Origin' as the others called it, he forgot more of his life while, well, alive.
While a moth, he had felt calm.
The strangest thing about it was the fact that normal food made him sick.
All he could eat was leather, and it tasted good.
All throughout his time as a moth, he could remember most of his life as king of Rivendell, though he did forgot the smaller things.
For example, he couldn't for the life of him remember what the last thing he built there was.
Another strange thing about the server was the familiar faces.
It hurt his heart to see Jimmy again, though the thornling didn't seem to remember him.
There were people call Gem and Fwhip, who looked nearly identical to Scott's friends (were they his friends? he couldn't quite remember) on Empires.
They were different though. The two weren't siblings, in fact their first Origins were mortal (?) enemies, with Fwip as an Ilusioner and Gem as a Villager.
There was also the case of Joel and Lizzie.
While Scott knew that Joel didn't die, (don't ask how, he doesn't know either) he was never sure what happened to Lizzie.
He had been told that Lizzie had forgotten herself, so there really was no way of knowing of this was the same personas the Ocean Queen.
When Scott had died after foolishly not retreating the Nether, he had forgotten if he really was an elf when he was alive.
He knew his brother was a demon, so maybe he was as well?
He didn't know.
He certainly felt like it fit.
He didn't understand why he had been so kind to people.
Being a vampire was fun, though he didn't like not being able to go into the sun.
When Shubble had recruited him to her little group of villains, he had felt strange about it, but brushed the feeling off.
He didn't feel bad for killing Angel Sausage, which was probably because they weren't on the best terms in Empires.
When the group had gone to Jimmy's to mess with him, Scott was hesitant to do anything.
He ignored that feeling.