[M screws his eyes shut for a few seconds, before glancing Archie's way.]
You know how I told you about my ex? The one that stabbed me? He literally did steal my past from me. My origin file. The son of a bitch even built a house using memories I no longer have. [Seriously, fuck you Prometheus.] I wrecked the house with Matt's--with Prometheus'--body pretty thoroughly, but after the asshole ran away a few things were unscathed.
In the rubble I found a picture. Apparently I lived in one of those houses where my parents hung a museum's worth of pictures of me on the walls. Most of them were completely burnt, but this one was mostly in tact, just charred around the edges. It looked like me, maybe 8 or 10 or maybe 13... I'm terrible with ages.
I gave framed it, wrapped it, and left it in Andrew's apartment. I didn't go in--I knew he wasn't home-- just opened a Door and tossed it onto what should have been his bed. He didn't poke his head in to check. He had argued that he didn't know the real me... I figured it was the least I could do.
[There's another long pause. He's never admitted this to anyone before.]
What I didn't tell him... what I didn't tell anyone... was that I hid a receiver in the frame. One way--my implants to the frame; I'm not eavesdropping. It broadcasts on a special frequency... for an emergency.
It's been three years and I'm still trying to figure out why the fuck I did that. I'm...
[He's got nothing, so he just falls into silence.]
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Date: 2019-05-11 05:53 pm (UTC)[M screws his eyes shut for a few seconds, before glancing Archie's way.]
You know how I told you about my ex? The one that stabbed me? He literally did steal my past from me. My origin file. The son of a bitch even built a house using memories I no longer have. [Seriously, fuck you Prometheus.] I wrecked the house with Matt's--with Prometheus'--body pretty thoroughly, but after the asshole ran away a few things were unscathed.
In the rubble I found a picture. Apparently I lived in one of those houses where my parents hung a museum's worth of pictures of me on the walls. Most of them were completely burnt, but this one was mostly in tact, just charred around the edges. It looked like me, maybe 8 or 10 or maybe 13... I'm terrible with ages.
I gave framed it, wrapped it, and left it in Andrew's apartment. I didn't go in--I knew he wasn't home-- just opened a Door and tossed it onto what should have been his bed. He didn't poke his head in to check. He had argued that he didn't know the real me... I figured it was the least I could do.
[There's another long pause. He's never admitted this to anyone before.]
What I didn't tell him... what I didn't tell anyone... was that I hid a receiver in the frame. One way--my implants to the frame; I'm not eavesdropping. It broadcasts on a special frequency... for an emergency.
It's been three years and I'm still trying to figure out why the fuck I did that. I'm...
[He's got nothing, so he just falls into silence.]