Jan 05, 2011 10:51
[This is entirely Hank McCoy's fault, although he probably wouldn't know it.]
It wasn't just us. But we were--everything was a number, including the places we were from.
I'd never believed I had any fate other than that of a soldier. I thought being here would allow me the chance to create one for myself. That was what people said it meant.
History keeps repeating itself, though. Maybe we are just numbers, designed to fall into a set pattern.
[A brief pause, and then he sounds a little more determined.]
...However, this is not that world. The pattern should be different somewhere. He tried to stop time to find his way. The Porter already has. I will have to return, so I might not have this chance again. For now, I should continue to use this to accomplish my mission.
[Almost as an afterthought:]
Quatre. Your name is wrong.
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