We fought a minecart, a mimic posing as a cart full of coal.
It sent me to the stars. For a moment, I was in communion with all the Radiant back home, with dad's family lost to time, and with hundreds of other souls I could only feel through my father's gift.
There was a glimmer in the distance, a smattering of stars falling from the far-off skies. Later, I found out it was Curie's cursed magic -- fighting back against the cutworm pseudopod in an attempt to free my body from its tendril.
Anko revived me, calling to my spirit in an arcane, soothing gesture. I reawakened and stood -- and mustered my courage to face this unwieldy creature.
For a split second, my other sense wafted between us. The mimic could see me, and my forebears, and memories of the departed. It felt the weight of existence, past and present -- and most notably, of me in another life. For the first time perhaps, it felt true fear.
The fight labored on. I took the hits as best I could.
Anko willed a rock through the air, and before we could all believe it our slime-mage obliterated his foe-slime with a well-placed shot.
I took the next minute to slough slime off of my form.
Then we took the next ten minutes to rest, again.