[55] we're here to play a game of who loves more than whom

[buildstherobots]

[Okay, this is weird. He's not due a regain, so at first Dist is wary of the neat little box on his doorstep. He leaves it there for almost an hour but his curiosity finally gets the better of him; how bad could it be, really? Carefully he peels back the paper, peeking into the box...

The memories hit him like a train in the back of the head, and he doesn't even take the time to get his chair before he's off in the direction of Jade's house. Could it be a trick? Maybe. But that doesn't occur to him just then; he's always placed possibly too much trust and value in his memories, and now is no exception. When he gets there, he's pounding on the door with his fist.]

Jade! JADE!

Comments

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Yes!

[It's a bad lie. It's bad because his expression doesn't say it the same way his tone does; what he's doing instead is searching for some kind of crack in Jade's demeanor, eyes darting up and down the man's face as though that will actually reveal anything.

As always, it's not until after he speaks that it sinks in that he knows better. He's been here a year. They've taken memories away; it follows that they'd be able to put in false ones. If you can remove a component, you can replace one, he's done it himself countless times. This is exactly as cruel as Mayfield has always been.

After all, it's a far more precise strike against him than it is against the colonel. For Jade it's a puzzling, if specific, example of what the place is capable of; for Dist it's a full-on slap in the face. Hey, this is what it might have been like if someone actually loved you.

He can't bring himself to pull away from the man's hand, but he's clearly having to restrain himself from some kind of emotional outburst. He actually whispers, something he doesn't do often.]

...This isn't fair.