Dream | 10

[honor_tactics]

Gale's surroundings correspond to Coordinate 136, but it appears to actually be night time. He stands alone on a balcony overlooking the Junkyard. He feels as if he is missing something, but he is unable to place exactly what. He sighs finally, seemingly willing to give up. He turns to leave and rejoin his Tribe

Comments

[fevoreish]

What in the hell is this?

Will you quit dreaming about this woman, already?!

[honor_tactics]

If I had any sort of control over them, I would.

...Heat. I can no longer keep what I know to myself.

I'm afraid that I have been...hiding potentially damaging information from you. All of you.

...Even Serph.

[fevoreish]

[There's a hiss of his breath through grit teeth. Naturally, Heat's first impulse is anger. Hiding information?]

What kind of information, huh?! Spit it out, dammit!

[honor_tactics]

*Not that he blames Heat at all. :|*

The man from Nirvana with the same face as mine...

He is a part of me.

I have begun to receive certain memories from him, and the emotions that go with them. ...memories concerning Angel.

[fevoreish]

Whatever, I don't give a damn about that guy. The story is that we all died, right? It shouldn't matter anymore.

What the hell is so damaging about that? Do you have something else to say?

[honor_tactics]

...Angel and that man were close.

*trying to think of a way to put this so Heat might understand*

They were comrades. But something more, as well.

[fevoreish]

Hmph, I don't care about that, so long as that crap doesn't apply anymore.

[honor_tactics]

It doesn't.

...you truly do live in the moment, Heat.

[fevoreish]

[Low Tch.]

Was that your big secret? [Low, rumbling... is he even serious? It just kind of comes out awkwardly.] What a rip-off.

[honor_tactics]

What were you expecting, then?

[fevoreish]

Something that's less of a waste of my damn time.