He was startled, even a little concerned, when his companion moved away, turned to face him, instead. The Soldier was standing in his way, stopping him from crossing that last ten feet. He could have, maybe should have, shoved him easily aside. But instead, he stopped where he was to listen.
"I want to be there with you, too. But...why won't we remember?"
He didn't have as much of a sense as the other man of how much they'd lost, how much was taken from them, continuously and most especially in the chair. He knew that it was used as a punishment, he knew that he would do nearly anything not to wind up locked in place there even if it seemed to come at the whim of their handlers. He knew that he was always somehow...less, afterwards.
But he didn't understand why, because how could you miss something that you didn't know had been taken from you? Especially during moments like these, there was the sense that he had all he needed.
He tilted his head to regard the other weapon with no small amount of concern - that was a dangerous thing to feel, and show that he felt, but there was no one around but the two of them to see. "Are you all right?"
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"I want to be there with you, too. But...why won't we remember?"
He didn't have as much of a sense as the other man of how much they'd lost, how much was taken from them, continuously and most especially in the chair. He knew that it was used as a punishment, he knew that he would do nearly anything not to wind up locked in place there even if it seemed to come at the whim of their handlers. He knew that he was always somehow...less, afterwards.
But he didn't understand why, because how could you miss something that you didn't know had been taken from you? Especially during moments like these, there was the sense that he had all he needed.
He tilted his head to regard the other weapon with no small amount of concern - that was a dangerous thing to feel, and show that he felt, but there was no one around but the two of them to see. "Are you all right?"