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[barnbert]

This damn storyline would be so much better if it's revealed that Rebecca lied and just set up that night to look like they slept together...rather than the conventional "it's ross' baby' announcement. Let's not forget she was brought into ED to be a manipulator. I just want twists and I want a pay off for all this crap.

[huck-west]

Memory vs Reality

Being here was different this time, bound as he was to the Brokers, everything was more real, more intense, but what he hadn’t expected, what he never could have understood, was just how much things had changed.

It started in Oribos right after the others had gone home to speak with the Lady.. flashes at first.. new memories that conflicted with the memories of his youth. In his mind, West had been at a camp as a boy, he’d tied everything he was to his time there. He blamed that time on him being so broken, saddled with an eternal void that only death could fill. But the moment in his mind.. there was no camp, there were no people that trained him, only a clearing and a pitiful fire. West was alone in this flash of a memory, gripping his head, teeth gritting. The memory sliced through him like a hot knife, piercing him to his very core..

Next it was Maldraxxus, the new memory that haunted him there was another one of solitude. He was watching a house from the trees, he knew the house, knew it well, the memory of Renfield Manor would forever be seared into his thoughts. But he wasn’t there on some mission, he was starving, bleeding, fading fast. Then everything was fire and smoke and pain..

Ravendreth was harder, the memories sharper, more clear.. these memories were bloody, he could almost taste it on his tongue. West tried to stay focused during their time there, the ragtag group sent by Lady Sunshield needed him. He didn’t know if the others caught his lack of focus, but he knew he wasn’t the man they needed during their time there. Much like Maldraxxus the memories ended in fire, smoke, and pain..

Now here in Ardenweald he was again haunted by memories that didn’t fit.. he was older in these, before he’d met the Captain, it was chaos. Blood, fire, smoke, more pain, death.. he could still taste it, smell it, feel it. But he needed to be strong, they needed him, though they might not believe it.. it was a nearly impossible task. Lock it away.. deal with it later.. that was all he could keep telling himself..  One shard would remain after the fox brought them to their prize.. there was only one place left.. and West worried what horrors of his mind that he’d have to face. What conflicting thoughts might invade him.. or what the next list might hold.

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[huck-west]