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Felix had a problem. A big problem. He had bumped into his neighbour on the way out of the building earlier that day and their arms had brushed-- which had been alarming both because Taeyong’s skin was really cold, and because of the vision that he had seen as a result. He had managed to keep from blurting out a warning and he had went on his merry way, but the longer he mulled over the startling vision, the more guilty he felt.
After all, a good person would do something to stop a bad thing from happening if they could, even at cost to themselves, right? And he was a good person; or he tried to be a good person, anyway. So he had to warn Taeyong. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did not at least try... But then there was the whole memory loss thing, and he was just settling and starting to figure things out, and he did not want to somehow mess that up. All of his memories had been wiped once, so how did he know that it would not happen again? It was a very hard situation, and he really did not know what he should do.
Was it selfish to want to act in his own best interests, or was it understandable? Did even considering not trying to change things make him a bad person? He had no idea, and the whole thing was giving him a headache.
And that was how he ended up at Minx, sitting at the bar with an untouched soda in front of him. He was probably looking at Taeyong a little too hard. It was probably coming off a little bit creepy. But he was really just trying to figure out what he should do. “If you knew that something bad was going to happen to someone, but you also knew that trying to prevent it would hurt you, is it evil to do nothing?” He suddenly asked, a rather haunted look on his face.