[ Silco blinks with one eye, but the machines simulate both eyes closing, because as he blinks, it's like everything shifts. ]
They don't even give us a chance to breathe, now do they, b β [ oy?
It cuts off, because he knows this. He knows where they are. In the moment, it is fleeting, the memory. He doesn't remember all of it. He doesn't remember what lead to it, or what happened during, but he remembers afterward. The details are fuzzy, as they are ripped from his head, but he knows this place. He knows what happened here.
Even removing his memories doesn't remove his ability to know precisely what moment it is. It is everything. It changed everything.
Accelerator will see them, in the water. Thigh deep, arguing. It smells of rot, and smoke, and there are bodies drifting away in the river. Silco is younger, much younger, but so is Vander. He gestures like he always does, long hair whipping from the wind as the storm starts to roll in. Clean face, no scars. No eye. They're fighting, arguing, but it turns.
Like lightning, Silco is in the water, struggling. There was no sliding, no tripping. No, this was a fight. A hand around his neck, before he's under, fighting for his life.
Silco looks away, he doesn't need to see what happens, he knows the results. ]
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They don't even give us a chance to breathe, now do they, b β [ oy?
It cuts off, because he knows this. He knows where they are. In the moment, it is fleeting, the memory. He doesn't remember all of it. He doesn't remember what lead to it, or what happened during, but he remembers afterward. The details are fuzzy, as they are ripped from his head, but he knows this place. He knows what happened here.
Even removing his memories doesn't remove his ability to know precisely what moment it is. It is everything. It changed everything.
Accelerator will see them, in the water. Thigh deep, arguing. It smells of rot, and smoke, and there are bodies drifting away in the river. Silco is younger, much younger, but so is Vander. He gestures like he always does, long hair whipping from the wind as the storm starts to roll in. Clean face, no scars. No eye. They're fighting, arguing, but it turns.
Like lightning, Silco is in the water, struggling. There was no sliding, no tripping. No, this was a fight. A hand around his neck, before he's under, fighting for his life.
Silco looks away, he doesn't need to see what happens, he knows the results. ]