Glitch too had avoided the fire - out of cowardice, he'd freely admit - but he had wanted to see the scene. He'd been more part of than witness to the last time the city had been threatened by one of their own, left with nothing but fragmented memories and some new scars. That was the way of things in Taxon: the citizens took the damage, the city remained pristine.
It was the same in this case: the buildings were good as new, nothing like he'd seen on the tablet, the calm streets nothing like the chaos his friends described. There was just himself and Drusilla, two of the city's longest held captives, looking for one more tale to tell.
Some of the citizens had been damaged yesterday, but they'd been swept away so thoroughly and cleanly that Drusilla could almost admire it. She knew how difficult blood could be to wash out - how any dresses had she ruined that way? - and the scent of death lingered for months and months.
"The left the memories," she said, touching her temple. "This time."
It was a joke. Just for teasing. She felt certain that she'd know if a memory or two had been taken from her. But that didn't mean that others were unscathed.
There were extremely few people who were worse off than Glitch when it came to memory-tampering, so joke or not the words stung a bit. He was all too aware of the gaps and ghosts in his head, both alien created and not.
"It's almost nice of them," he remarked and strolled casually closer. "They tend to really like...'messing with people's minds', I think is the saying. Amazing they restrained themselves."
There had been a time when Glitch's head had been full of nothing but air and dust and lost memories that couldn't find purchase. Drusilla remembered. Now, however, he seemed to have found a way to link this thoughts into order.
It would make him even more interesting to play with.
"No," she corrected, "They can't be nice. Just patient."
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Glitch too had avoided the fire - out of cowardice, he'd freely admit - but he had wanted to see the scene. He'd been more part of than witness to the last time the city had been threatened by one of their own, left with nothing but fragmented memories and some new scars. That was the way of things in Taxon: the citizens took the damage, the city remained pristine.
It was the same in this case: the buildings were good as new, nothing like he'd seen on the tablet, the calm streets nothing like the chaos his friends described. There was just himself and Drusilla, two of the city's longest held captives, looking for one more tale to tell.
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"The left the memories," she said, touching her temple. "This time."
It was a joke. Just for teasing. She felt certain that she'd know if a memory or two had been taken from her. But that didn't mean that others were unscathed.
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"It's almost nice of them," he remarked and strolled casually closer. "They tend to really like...'messing with people's minds', I think is the saying. Amazing they restrained themselves."
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It would make him even more interesting to play with.
"No," she corrected, "They can't be nice. Just patient."
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