one man's recollection is another man's migraine. it hurts, too, physically: a hell of a headache that makes even the roots of his teeth ache. kaji winces, struggling to keep his feet anchored against the surge of memories, memories he suspected were revealing a great deal about his own, even if he was at a loss to interpret them.
he hears himself swear faintly, biting back the urge to retch all over the floor. reprieve comes in the shrewd arrangement of a voice, so distinct, so clear, so self-assured to rise above the fray of mat's suspicion and kaji's pounding head.
(My, you're all very fresh aren't you? Unfortunately, the multiverse waits for no spring chicken. Once you've figured out which way's up, won't you all join us?)
it's as though someone had placed two electrode paddles to his brain to force it into awareness. the migraine is gone, or maybe he's just numb. the look kaji gives mat is wide-eyed, incredulous. faintly he's aware of the weight of his gun, strapped still somehow beneath his belt. ]
no subject
[ angels?
one man's recollection is another man's migraine. it hurts, too, physically: a hell of a headache that makes even the roots of his teeth ache. kaji winces, struggling to keep his feet anchored against the surge of memories, memories he suspected were revealing a great deal about his own, even if he was at a loss to interpret them.
he hears himself swear faintly, biting back the urge to retch all over the floor. reprieve comes in the shrewd arrangement of a voice, so distinct, so clear, so self-assured to rise above the fray of mat's suspicion and kaji's pounding head.it's as though someone had placed two electrode paddles to his brain to force it into awareness. the migraine is gone, or maybe he's just numb. the look kaji gives mat is wide-eyed, incredulous. faintly he's aware of the weight of his gun, strapped still somehow beneath his belt. ]
Was that you?