As the sensation of waking up began to settle, somewhere, in the back of Rey's mind, he told himself to stay asleep. After all, waking up meant struggling through another day in the institute, trying to keep a hold on his emotional stability. Wasn't staying here, in this oblivion, a more pleasant choice? He didn't have to worry about anything, didn't have to face a world where he had nothing left
( ... )
The silence remained unbroken for another few moments as Rey awoke, allowing him time to look around and see his surroundings. The stage had to be properly set for the play to have its greatest impact, after all.
And then there came a soft rustle of fabric as the man slowly rose to his feet, shadows playing over him as he moved, obscuring and hiding his form in turn until he stood at his full height. He took but one step forward and finally spoke: "Rey."
The idea of 'stay calm' disappeared the moment the voice cut through the silence. Rey's eyes widened further as he whirled towards the source of the sound. For a few moments, what was going on didn't quite make input into his mind, as he stayed like that, in shock. Then the man's identity finally registered, and everything came crashing down.
This couldn't be happening. There was absolutely no way this man could be standing there right now. He was dead--Rey had done the deed himself when he pulled the trigger. He saw the man fall, die with the captain by his side. And yet here he was, perfectly all right, alive.
It should've been impossible, but Rey reminded himself that it wasn't in this place, even though his rising emotions threatened to overwhelm his sense of rationality. He'd learned earlier that day that the dead could come back to life, after all. He just never thought that it would happen to anyone he himself knew, to this man. That'd been foolish of him, he supposed
( ... )
"It's good to see you again, too." The man -- Gilbert Durandal, or his identical twin, in appearance and voice alike -- stepped forward again, bringing himself just within arm's reach of the table. His face was still half-cast in shadow, making it difficult to read his expression, but in his tone there was no anger or disappointment. It was as though they were merely speaking normally, in a time before that single gunshot rang out.
"Such a greeting, Rey," he continued, reaching out in an idle-seeming gesture to brush his fingertips against the cool metal of a bulky piece of lab equipment next to him. "What am I...what? Doing here?"
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And then there came a soft rustle of fabric as the man slowly rose to his feet, shadows playing over him as he moved, obscuring and hiding his form in turn until he stood at his full height. He took but one step forward and finally spoke: "Rey."
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This couldn't be happening. There was absolutely no way this man could be standing there right now. He was dead--Rey had done the deed himself when he pulled the trigger. He saw the man fall, die with the captain by his side. And yet here he was, perfectly all right, alive.
It should've been impossible, but Rey reminded himself that it wasn't in this place, even though his rising emotions threatened to overwhelm his sense of rationality. He'd learned earlier that day that the dead could come back to life, after all. He just never thought that it would happen to anyone he himself knew, to this man. That'd been foolish of him, he supposed ( ... )
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"Such a greeting, Rey," he continued, reaching out in an idle-seeming gesture to brush his fingertips against the cool metal of a bulky piece of lab equipment next to him. "What am I...what? Doing here?"
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