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eastbound2022-02-03 04:42 pm
chemlocked) wrote in eastbound2022-02-03 04:42 pm
un: 2ndmass; video
[ Ben had spent most of the night reading the information he'd been given after he recovered from making his way to the lighthouse. It hadn't offered nearly enough answers to the questions swirling in his head. About how, and why, and where everyone else was.
Or if he was even really here or was this some nightmare game of the Espheni to keep him distracted when his unit and people needed him most?
That thought keeps creeping into his head, along with the glimpses that seem as if his vision is darkening, and he can't find proof if it's real. Not enough to calm the thoughts in his head. ]
Hey. I was brought here by Enam? That's the name, right? I somehow washed up on the beach. Name's Ben Mason. I'm with the 2nd Mass out of Boston.
Truth is none of this makes sense. I want to believe it's a game, trying to make me believe it's real but it's only doing the opposite.
[ He hates putting this out there, but if it is all a dream, then would it matter?
There's glimpses of the wall behind him, soft reflections of light from the shards and bits of mirror in the room behind him. The pain of touching those shards without a cut driving him to reach out. again but he's started this video instead of trying again. ]
I think I'm seeing things. Hearing them too. Nothing seems right. Doesn't seem real either. Hell, maybe I'm just losing my mind.
[ Or his mental connections with the Overlords has screwed up his brain. Could be that too.
He sighs, rubbing at the back of his head and fighting the urge to rub at the top spikes he's keeping hidden behind his jacket's collar. ]
How do you know the world's real when nothing's right?
Or if he was even really here or was this some nightmare game of the Espheni to keep him distracted when his unit and people needed him most?
That thought keeps creeping into his head, along with the glimpses that seem as if his vision is darkening, and he can't find proof if it's real. Not enough to calm the thoughts in his head. ]
Hey. I was brought here by Enam? That's the name, right? I somehow washed up on the beach. Name's Ben Mason. I'm with the 2nd Mass out of Boston.
Truth is none of this makes sense. I want to believe it's a game, trying to make me believe it's real but it's only doing the opposite.
[ He hates putting this out there, but if it is all a dream, then would it matter?
There's glimpses of the wall behind him, soft reflections of light from the shards and bits of mirror in the room behind him. The pain of touching those shards without a cut driving him to reach out. again but he's started this video instead of trying again. ]
I think I'm seeing things. Hearing them too. Nothing seems right. Doesn't seem real either. Hell, maybe I'm just losing my mind.
[ Or his mental connections with the Overlords has screwed up his brain. Could be that too.
He sighs, rubbing at the back of his head and fighting the urge to rub at the top spikes he's keeping hidden behind his jacket's collar. ]
How do you know the world's real when nothing's right?
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[ Because all he can see is that they were at the turning point when they truly could have ended this war... and now he's here. ]
Yeah, that's words for it. I suppose all I can do is keep going and hope I figure it out.
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[He seems like he's taking this all a little too well...it happens when you've been actively dying since you were eighteen.]
That's not a bad attitude to take. And, if this is something like that, there will bound to be discrepancies sooner or later.