“ vell , ze samantzha i know is a little girl , not a grown up … ”
did she know him? no, she did not… and truth to be told, neither did richtofen know her. her name rang the bells for him, but him mentioning who he was, didn’t do the same for her. if she was the samantha he knew, what could’ve triggered her memory loss of who he was, what this place was or who she herself had been?
sometimes richtofen had to admit it to himself, all this teleportation at times felt like it made people loose brain cells, forgetting things in the process… or was it the fact that he was getting old? could be a fine mixture of both.
teleportation, a great success…! but was it really fun anymore when months turned into years and all you had done was use them to run away from the undead? even richtofen had many opinions to that.
why something as simple as ‘trying to stay alive’ had such a high price for richtofen and his comrades? sometimes it felt like karma had it’s hands in the game. has richtofen not paid the price many enough times by now? his three comrades would ask it from each other, oddly enough, not the german himself… in which the german would answer inside his head, should he hear them talk…
the older one let the word linger on his tongue as well as on his mind for a while before he would continue his sentence .
“ you haff been zere quite a few times , i take it … vat is it exactly zat you’re doing in zere ? zis requiem … do zey have you on a loose noose ? “
truth to be told, richtofen felt a little odd with this older version of samantha. she the key to her no taking him down was probably to not let her know to much of her past. maybe the uniformed one wished she wouldn’t ask anything, but since they were already in it, he knew she would like to know something, though he bet she would probably think it being biased, coming from him. after all, it was the uniform she mentioned as the first thing which might’ve been a kick to the stomach for him.
maybe to rush the conversation… or maybe to brighten up the mood, richtofen stepped in front of the window in the room, looking out of it with a smile on his face.
“ ve are not schtuck… ve are simply vizhout proper transportation … ”
… but wasn’t that literally the same thing as being stuck…? and how did he find something positive from the worst of moments?
“Zat may be true zat ze Sam you know is a young girl but zere are oo many coincidences, plus in ze Dark Aether time moves much different zan here.” She commented, running a hand through her hair.
In her time spent trapped in the Dark Aether things made it seem like she was losing her sanity slowly but before she could she was rescued, for her three months had passed, for everyone else only a few days, something like that could be at play or maybe when she entered one of her portals that she could physically make she had accessed one of her old and forgotten memories and done a type of time travel. Little did she know that was closer to the truth then she could possibly believe.
The difference hung in the air, subconsciously she knew that this wasn’t the time she was supposed to be in, though she would not be letting this man whom she had just met, yet felt so familiar to her.
“Not really I haff only been zere like three times, and one of zem was not by choice, three months of my time and three days in ze actual world. Ze first time Was was trapped in zere by an worker of Omega Group, zey are from ze Soviets. It gave me my powers, I used to be able to open portals through to ze Dark Aether because of my exposure, hence ze purple tint in my eyes. As for Requiem, zey do not trust me anymore so zey keep a tight leash on what I do.” Sam didn’t know why she was giving this man so much information. sure none of it was truly classified but it still was personal information, maybe it was her growing disillusion with Requiem it seemed that even Weaver wouldn’t trust her anymore.
“Eddie, zat is ze same thing, if zere is not transportation to properly leave how do ve leave zen?” She asked not even realizing what she had called him.
