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This was the only place he felt safe, the one place that seemed to soothe his constant migraines. His back against the tree, armour in a pile beside him, Nate felt safe here. This had been their favourite simulation, whenever they'd been able to steal an hour or so together. Their favourite place in the entire universe. Nothing had changed, the sky was just as bright, the grass as brilliantly green, and the shade beneath the tree was just as deliciously cooling as always. Yet now, now it wasn't complete. It was as if the light had gone out of this place. The simulation had always felt real before, indistinguishable from reality. But now it seemed could. Devoid of life. He'd kept his gauntlets on. From between his hands a tiny hologram of Cassie beamed up at him, running a hand through her hair. He had thought for a moment, about asking Stacy to call her from his memories. But what would that fix? It wasn't what she would have wanted either, and to do that would have been like admitting that she was gone. It shouldn't have been this way. It didn't seem real. How could she have been gone? It still felt like, at any moment, she would walk through the Sensorium door, settle down in the grass next to him, and fall asleep, her head on his chest. How could she have been gone? One moment there, the next, snuffed out as if she'd never existed. Staring down at the hologram, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes burning as the tears brimmed up and overflowed, glittering in the simulated sunlight as they fell to the grass. Was it meant to hurt this much? He'd never felt anything like it. There was no pain that could compare to this. Not being blasted by Kang, not being hit by Teddy, not even having his throat cut. It hurt. It felt like there was a huge hole in his chest, a hole that was pulling him in until there would be nothing left.
Clenching his fists, the hologram faded away, and he pressed his hands against his forehead, choking back a sob. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It wasn't. They'd never asked to be here. All she'd wanted was to be home again, see her father again. Was that so much to ask? It wasn't fair. It simply wasn't fair. Not after how hard they'd fought, after how much they'd sacrificed to protect worlds that weren't their own. It wasn't fair.
Opening his hands again, the hologram faded back into being, and he stared down at it, fresh tears spilling across his face to patter against the metal of the gauntlets.
"I love you, Cassie. Always."
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Alex peaked his head into the building that Luna's comm-ring was pinging from. He tentatively stepped in, holding his laptop. He had kept his promise. As soon as he knew that he would not be needed for anything more he found where Luna was the same way he found Shiva and rushed to be with her.
He ventured, "Luna?" He put his laptop down on a table as he passed it, looking around. Alice too seemed to be peering around, looking for the whimsical girl. | |
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Laurie was never someone who'd go out to the gym to hit a punching bag. That was more of Josh's thing (or what she had assumed was his thing. She's not so sure anymore, and not just because he isn't here right now). But since she hasn't heard about the warfare training yet, and the entire situation beforehand with the bombs put her on edge, she needs to do something to work out her emotions.
And beating a punching bag in the sensoriums it is. She's dressed in shorts and tank-top and tennis shoes, wearing sensorium-edition boxing gloves. There's a punching bag hanging from the ceiling, inside a generic kind of gym she'd turned the sensoriums into.
Her ponytail swings when she hops on one foot, raising her gloved hands, ready to throw a punch. | |
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Somehow, Sam wasn't surprised to find himself in the brig when all was said and done. Whatever else, Schmuz was an escaped prisoner and he'd been sentenced. He still had to serve that, even if he was in Sam's head. Of course, he was under no delusions that Schmuz was the only reason for it, given the history of the ship and possessed (or formerly so) Sam Winchesters.
On the other hand, it wasn't like Schmuz was really saying anything, either. After Rhiow had taken them to the pod caverns and he'd seen the damage the one bomb had done, the Yeerk had pretty much stopped talking to him. Knowledge that one of the heroes on the ship had died trying to disarm it hadn't exactly made him talkative, either.
He sighed, leaning back on the bed and looking at the ceiling. "I never thought I would miss the Greek chorus, you know." | |
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Fate really, really wanted to just head straight back to her room, take a long shower, then huddle up in a corner somewhere. She felt incredibly unclean, and she was starting to feel a bit tired, but that was pushed aside for now. There were more important things to do now. They had to bring justice to a girl who tried to use another person for a horrible purpose... a purpose that still made Fate's stomach turn.
So anyone inside the Precinct will notice three people entering: the first was Fate, clad in her Barrier Jacket with a cut and singed cheek, Kon, who also sported a few burned cuts on his arms, and Mei-Xing, whose hands were bound behind her with yellow energy.
Yep. We've got a bit of a Situation, guys. | |
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