Fiftieth rebirth [Accidental Video]
[Quiet footsteps up the hallway, bare toes pattering against the floor. There's a bowl of cereal in his hands, as he moves, humming a soft tune to himself. The way the camera is angled- looks like it fell of the desk at the end of the hall or something- you can't see his face. Just his feet, his legs, the bowl in his hands
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[Why are you always bleeding these days?]
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He had memories from the future, thanks to the animus. He had spatters of a desperate phone call with a woman on the roof. Of hiding behind the curtains, of hearing her for the first time. Watching her smile, feeling her powerful arms wrap protectively around him. He remembered manipulating her to get to Rain.
He remembered her sacrificing herself for him.]
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[He looks older than Ys, of course. Where the boy was 9, perhaps 10 or 11, Yuca is in his upper teens, early twenties. Taller, broader, but that face, those eyes- it's unmistakably him.]
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Ys--! Darling, where are you? You're bleeding again. Let me clean you up.
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[Wow, sudden mix of emotions. Rain is gone, Sharem is here. How did this happen? He doesn't know how to feel, at this second- everything is convoluting, spilling into each other- should he be happy she's here? Or upset that she has the potential to destroy everything he's worked for?
Furthermore- Rain-]
I... I'm taking care of it.
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It's going to infected and then I'll have to cut off your toes.
[Her voice softens then.]
We can figure out what to do.
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If you like- I'd like to see you.
[A lot. She knew his name. It must mean that she was near the end, if she wasn't there already.]
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[And she's the one who literally just got here? Oh, Sharem. You navigate those jungles.]
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[Of course. He wouldn't expect anything less.]
I... I trust you'll arrive here safely.
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[She's already on her way.]
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[Passive, almost instinctual.]
Get here soon.
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Ys?
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His feet are pulled up and resting in the chair he's sitting in, arms wrapped around them, chin resting on his knees. His face is still flushed from crying, but at least he managed to clean off his feet a little before she got there.
He opens his mouth to speak, before closing it again. What does he call her? Sharem? Mother? She wasn't- he wasn't her son, they both knew that painfully, but it felt so odd to address her as anything else. In the end, Yuca merely nods, looking up at her.]
There's lemonade in the fridge.
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[She busies herself with a First Aid kit...such as it is. Then she kneels in front of him and begins tending to his feet.]
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...enough to survive.
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