It'll take more than just a breeze to make me fall over...
It's been quite a while since the briefing, since Vaughn met Sydney... again. Which confuses him, because he's already met Syd. Except... that Sydney hadn't really been his Syd, and there's really only so much you can blame on Rifts and timelines. Really.
He's spent quite a while at the Conrad, locked up in his room, pondering the different points- another Marshall? Someone posing as Marshall to confuse this other Sydney? This other Sydney hitting her head when she fell through? He's been running through options, avoiding the one that hurt the most- that he'd been played, played by a manipulative stranger who he had simply mistaken for Sydney, and who had decided it might be fun to screw with his brain. Because who would do that?
Demons, Vaughn. Come on.
After a while, there's only so much thinking you can do, so he's out running, deliberately not thinking. About anything. Just running.
Disrupt him. Really. He won't mind at all.
He's spent quite a while at the Conrad, locked up in his room, pondering the different points- another Marshall? Someone posing as Marshall to confuse this other Sydney? This other Sydney hitting her head when she fell through? He's been running through options, avoiding the one that hurt the most- that he'd been played, played by a manipulative stranger who he had simply mistaken for Sydney, and who had decided it might be fun to screw with his brain. Because who would do that?
Demons, Vaughn. Come on.
After a while, there's only so much thinking you can do, so he's out running, deliberately not thinking. About anything. Just running.
Disrupt him. Really. He won't mind at all.