http://findmyownreason.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] findmyownreason.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] onepassingnight 2011-11-21 01:25 pm (UTC)

"I was fourteen when I joined the army." His gaze drifts from the screen to the woman in front of him. "I was sixteen when they started turning me into what I am now."

He leaves off whether that was a good thing, whether it was voluntary, how long it went on for. He has vague recollections of her in one of his nightmares, struggling to free him from one of the tubes, losing herself in mako as well... he doesn't know if she remembers it and if she does he doesn't know that she'd connect it to how he ended up with his eyes or the strength he has.

It doesn't matter really. She saw his nightmare and she's still willing to stand in the same room as him. Though - maybe that's why she's suddenly unwelcoming of his touch. His hand rubs absently at the pain in his covered arm and he frowns.

"Why not?"

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