His new memories (are they really memories?) are, primarily, of blood-- a woman vertically bisected; another with a torso half-eaten away by the blast of grenade; Bishop's head in a cheap paper bag; two bodies torn apart so thoroughly that they are utterly unrecognizable steeped in their own blood.
But this is fresher. He remembers the copper stench of blood, mingled with the sick sterility of a hospital. He remembers his unusual swords, and he remembers the wide-eyed look that Wade wore in death.
He does not remember who killed Wade, or why. It doesn't matter that, even if this premonition of his were to come true (or to have been true already) that Yao's brilliant tech would be sure to bring Wade back in top shape, somehow. There's something to the way that the memory-not-quite-memory tugs at the back of his mind, however, and it's enough to finally break his days-long self-imposed exile from every other respectable Havenite out there.
Travis' fingers shakily dial Wade's number. He waits.]
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His new memories (are they really memories?) are, primarily, of blood-- a woman vertically bisected; another with a torso half-eaten away by the blast of grenade; Bishop's head in a cheap paper bag; two bodies torn apart so thoroughly that they are utterly unrecognizable steeped in their own blood.
But this is fresher. He remembers the copper stench of blood, mingled with the sick sterility of a hospital. He remembers his unusual swords, and he remembers the wide-eyed look that Wade wore in death.
He does not remember who killed Wade, or why. It doesn't matter that, even if this premonition of his were to come true (or to have been true already) that Yao's brilliant tech would be sure to bring Wade back in top shape, somehow. There's something to the way that the memory-not-quite-memory tugs at the back of his mind, however, and it's enough to finally break his days-long self-imposed exile from every other respectable Havenite out there.
Travis' fingers shakily dial Wade's number. He waits.]