No. Harkin got me out. But then I was seeing things and got away from him. Ended up with the- there was an infected group led by a man named Marcus. Killed and...infected people while invading the city.
[ He stops for a moment, thinks, and then lets the air out of his lungs in a rather more dramatic sigh. ]
One of the Guardians I killed is new around here, so- that's a new type of awkward I'd never expected.
[ Unfortunately for Will, you can't really hole up in your room 24/7 when you have a dog to walk. And double unfortunately for Will, as he's out walking the dog, he's spotted by Dimitri, who's obviously death-tolling (pale, slightly wobbly, doesn't look so hot) and is headed back to his room.
As Dimitri looks at Will, he can't help but snarl. ]
You.
[ And then he walks towards the man, obviously intent on blood, very much looking like he's ready to fight. ]
[ Oh, hey. This is probably not the best situation ever. He was sort of hoping the guy he murdered would be less high-strung on the ship, but he can't say he really expected anything else. Will bends down to Winston, makes a couple of 'chz' sounds and points down the hall. Winston wags his tail and runs that direction, away from Dimitri.
That gives Will just enough time to stand back up and face Dimitri with a fairly blank stare. He's death-tolling, too, looking pale and sweaty. The way his eyebrows knit together indicates that he has a pretty significant headache. But it's almost back to his normal amount of ill-looking, so maybe he's doing a little better? ]
Yeah. It was a futuristic city. Some people were bounty hunters and, um, I know Thomas Blanky worked at a bar. And I think Raylan owned one? Pagan was a rich guy that threw fancy parties where I did fundraising for my free clinic. Neal was an artist who just found a patron.
Yeah, he started as my temp and then they put us together permanently. He knows how to paint; he's been giving me lessons, but back home he was consulting on while collar crimes for the FBI as a CI. He was an art thief and forger before that, apparently.
[ Will doesn't put his hands up- hell, he doesn't even close his eyes. He just stands there as it happens, the punch connecting just under his left eye and nose.
He stumbles back and coughs, spitting a little blood on the floor. He supports himself from collapsing with his hands on his knees. Ow. ]
You killed me! [ Dimitri yells. Yes, it wasn't Will. But Dimitri's not really thinking much at the moment. All he knows is that he died, Will killed him, the memory of that man's knife in his back. ]
[ Okay, he's not getting hit or stabbed or whatever, so Will slowly stands back up. He continues to face Dimitri with a stoic, blank expression. He's reminded of Frederick Chilton, burned beyond recognition, trying to form words that were very similar.
But this is different. This wasn't righteous. It wasn't interesting. It was just his mind getting twisted up by a disease. He clears his throat and carefully speaks. ]
Don't say that, [ he hisses. ] We served together, we—
[ That was a different Will. Dimitri pauses, anger still radiating from his expression, obviously still tense and on edge as he swears, shaking his head. That wasn't Will. He needs to keep reminding himself of this. ]
Damn the Admiral and damn that...whatever it was, [ he grumbles, trying to force his thoughts back in order. And then, saying it like he's trying to convince himself, ] You don't know me. And yet here I am, still suffering for it.
[ Unlike with literally any other knock at his cabin, Will is actually ready to open the door when Eddie gets there. Winston barks excitedly and runs in, wagging his tail so hard it looks like it might fall off. Will slowly crouches down to the floor so Winston can lick at his face and he can hug the dog. ]
Hi. Hi- oh, I missed you. So much.
[ He looks up at Eddie after the greeting and actually looks a little worse off in person? Maybe it was all that moving. But the smile on his face is wide. ]
[ Will takes deep, even breaths as Dimitri works through the situation, something that gets a little more difficult as he feels his nose start to swell. It's not like Will doesn't have some of the same feelings. He gets confused often as to what he should be remembering, and probably will for awhile.
But this murderer? It's not a part of himself he wants to hang onto. ]
Yeah. For...what it's worth, I'm sorry for whatever part of me might've influenced that Will. I don't know how this breach stuff works. Or is supposed to work.
I don't know either, [ he admits, ] but what I do know is that it's cheap. The Admiral gives people an entire life's worth of memories and then somehow expect us to go on like nothing has happened?
[ he's still trying to calm himself down, still worked up due to the breach, still very much a powder keg about to go off if tapped at the worst moment. ]
Well, the one thing I have heard is that the memories are supposed to fade over the next couple of weeks. Ideally, it should feel more like a dream soon.
I have my doubts, but I'm guessing our only option is waiting it out.
[ He gets it, even if he's rigged less like a powder keg and more like a supernova about to implode. ]
If that's the case, then that makes breaches even more nonsensical. Why make someone suffer through something if they're just going to forget it in the next few weeks?
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