[ For a moment his mind retreats to a familiar dream. Scavenging through rubble and the smell of death in a world still on fire. There are bodies everywhere he turns, some faces still twisted in abject shock in their last moments. The ash burns in his lungs as he wanders in the desperate hope of finding someone, anything that survived. He never can find his remaining siblings so he can bury them with the others. Everything is dust and quiet but for his own screams into the wasteland as it swallows him in darkness.
Five opens his eyes to an unfamiliar space. Almost claustrophobic. The stench and filth of old gore hangs off him and he struggles to put back the pieces of his memory for how he got here. At some point he must have passed out, but he can't...
He's in agony, but not from any injury that he can pinpoint. It's like a bright ball of suffering buried deep in his chest that threatens to suffocate him, and he pushes back against the rising panic over what's causing it. Something outside of himself. A poison, he remembers thinking before. That doesn't quite make sense though, now that he's rested.
When he turns to see that he has company, he snaps to attention and immediately teleports the short distance to disarm him -- before stopping short in recognition of who it is. Eleven. The arm poised to strike falls, and he stares confusedly as he seems to come to an unlikely conclusion. Did he drag him here? ]
What-? [ What happened? He frowns deeply as the implications start to land. How much of what he remembers is real, and how much was a nightmare? ] Why are you here?
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Five opens his eyes to an unfamiliar space. Almost claustrophobic. The stench and filth of old gore hangs off him and he struggles to put back the pieces of his memory for how he got here. At some point he must have passed out, but he can't...
He's in agony, but not from any injury that he can pinpoint. It's like a bright ball of suffering buried deep in his chest that threatens to suffocate him, and he pushes back against the rising panic over what's causing it. Something outside of himself. A poison, he remembers thinking before. That doesn't quite make sense though, now that he's rested.
When he turns to see that he has company, he snaps to attention and immediately teleports the short distance to disarm him -- before stopping short in recognition of who it is. Eleven. The arm poised to strike falls, and he stares confusedly as he seems to come to an unlikely conclusion. Did he drag him here? ]
What-? [ What happened? He frowns deeply as the implications start to land. How much of what he remembers is real, and how much was a nightmare? ] Why are you here?