[ The windows are dark, only a touch of sallow neon light illuminating the interior of the train car as it rattles along its battered, old track, but it's a familiar darkness. A familiar train, running downward on a route that spirals toward home, in the shadow of the Plate and the city that rests upon it.
Only the last seat on the left-hand side is occupied, on this ghostly memory made real. He's doubled over his own knees, hands in his hair, dressed in not the same SOLDIER uniform but one that seems now a size too big to fit him well, stained black with mud and darker. The glow of yellow light paints him in bright, unhealthy color, surreal and somehow less - even if whole, once more.
It was twice, now, that he'd fallen into that blazing, brilliant green and been swept away from the strange, jumbled mess he called his life. From the burden of memory and identity and knowing neither. Three times that he'd woken up nobody, losing his mind over and over again, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
But this time-
When his body washes ashore in Mideel, it won't be alone. ]
I'm sorry.
(But I never meant... To drag you down with me.)
[ This time, it's really over, and without one ounce of finality. ]
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[ The windows are dark, only a touch of sallow neon light illuminating the interior of the train car as it rattles along its battered, old track, but it's a familiar darkness. A familiar train, running downward on a route that spirals toward home, in the shadow of the Plate and the city that rests upon it.
Only the last seat on the left-hand side is occupied, on this ghostly memory made real. He's doubled over his own knees, hands in his hair, dressed in not the same SOLDIER uniform but one that seems now a size too big to fit him well, stained black with mud and darker. The glow of yellow light paints him in bright, unhealthy color, surreal and somehow less - even if whole, once more.
It was twice, now, that he'd fallen into that blazing, brilliant green and been swept away from the strange, jumbled mess he called his life. From the burden of memory and identity and knowing neither. Three times that he'd woken up nobody, losing his mind over and over again, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
But this time-
When his body washes ashore in Mideel, it won't be alone. ]
I'm sorry.
(But I never meant... To drag you down with me.)
[ This time, it's really over, and without one ounce of finality. ]