Was I discovered or invented? Feels like I’ve always been here.
:/ | @ccuriersix
“t’ch.” the sun is hot over the mojave today – probably with temperatures up to one-hundred-and-twenty degrees. the sweat trickles down his face, soaks his shirt. he’s used to the feeling now, the desperate need of thirst, the lightheadedness caused by the extreme heat. he slowly sips his purified water, knowing he has to save every last drop. boone’s quiet at the musing. sure, it’s not UNUSUAL to hear talk like this, but it throws him.
because… in a way… he feels the same.
was it always like this? was he always here? he’s felt different since bitter springs. it’s the discovered part that he hangs on to – because she was DISCOVERED. a doc found her dying in the desert and patched her up. her memories faded, blurred. his are the same, but there’s no bullet in the head that’s changed his – except… for carla.
he’s not a man of a lot of words; he’s not profound. boone can’t talk at length like arcade or veronica. he’s not a man of poetry or even intelligence. he’s just boone. the one thing he has going for him is his perception – in the battlefield. of the world.
“does it matter?” he asks, voice sounding rougher than he intends, but he doesn’t know how to be anything but SHARP EDGES. jagged to the touch. don’t get close. “you decide. that’s what that bullet gave you – the CHOICE. besides, the desert makes everyone feel that way if you’re out here too long. we had some new recruits that would lose it within the first week of enlistment after training.”
