2. Now with 50% droning
[A. 335 Brady Lane, the kitchen.]
[Accelerator is eating cereal mechanically and staring off into space. It's the 4th of July and he's thinking back to Independence Days past. Remembering things like watching fireworks with his goofy--if annoying--brother Takeshi and their parents...
...Wait, since when did he have a brother? Or...parents? He had those two hags that took him in recently, sure, but--no, he definitely had parents, what was he thinking? It's that scientist woman and that teacher/police officer woman that have to be fake. But there are these memories of a small girl that he can't get rid of...
And...didn't he grow up in as a lab rat in a scientifically advanced city in Japan? He had no reason to have memories of celebrating America's Independence Day...right?]
Something isn't right here...
[He's going crazy, isn't he?]
[B. Somewhere in town, you're likely to find him in all kinds of places while he's wandering]
Accelerator's walking aimlessly around the town, still sorting through two lives worth of memories. One side of him had some pretty troubling memories so he couldn't just shrug this off, as much as he wanted to.
Part of him didn't want to believe that that childhood in Japan could be real. Being a normal child rather than the world's strongest Esper...meant he didn't have to be a villain, he never became that irredeemable monster...right? But part of him felt like an idiot for trying to convince himself that he could ever be anything else.
Every time he seemed convinced of the childhood in Mayfield, images of mangled bodies of dozens of girls with the same face plagued his mind. But...when could he have seen any of that in person? It must be from a horror movie or something. Looking at those bodies, it wasn't even possible for him to have done some of those things...
He stops in front of a street sign and kicks it as hard as he can. This whole situation was really annoying.]
...Fuck this. Just...fuck all of this.
[...He wasn't really a murderer, right? He was a relatively normal, anti-social, rude boy with a normal childhood...or was he?]