[The memory isn't at all like the one from the previous week. That had been a good memory, the final piece he needed to truly understand himself. And this... this almost begins similarly. It should be wonderful, this memory of Medic reaching her ultimate evolution. And for a moment? For a moment, she is beautiful and everything is well. But then...
"I made a few modifications."
But then...!
"I am an ultimate evolution as well."
That damned voice... It's been burned into his mind for so long. But this wasn't from long ago. This was fresh. The words of someone who should be long dead. And yet... There it was, clear as day. Medic's voice, in contrast, should be a comforting sound. And yet as it is in this memory, empty and repeating the same words over and over, all it does is make him feel empty. And compared to the other, it's barely even there.
Before he wakes... no, as he wakes... the memory of that voice brings another, older one to the surface. One no one could ever take from him or erase. It continues to echo in his mind, even after the new memory has already stopped.
"How was that?
Did it hurt?"
In room 9, Heart, fully awake now, stands up very quickly, breathing heavily and steadying himself by putting his hand against the wall. It was... not a pleasant awakening for him, from the look of it.
Even later, as Heart finds his way to the garden, he... doesn't look much better. It's easy for anyone to tell there's something off, as he's not at all as calm as usual. He'd hoped that being alone in here would help him collect himself, but far from it. His breathing isn't as steady as it should be and the look in his eyes seems both troubled and distant. His surroundings might as well not exist right now, for as much as he's paying attention to them. He's... not doing great today.]
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"I made a few modifications."
But then...!
"I am an ultimate evolution as well."
That damned voice... It's been burned into his mind for so long. But this wasn't from long ago. This was fresh. The words of someone who should be long dead. And yet... There it was, clear as day. Medic's voice, in contrast, should be a comforting sound. And yet as it is in this memory, empty and repeating the same words over and over, all it does is make him feel empty. And compared to the other, it's barely even there.
Before he wakes... no, as he wakes... the memory of that voice brings another, older one to the surface. One no one could ever take from him or erase. It continues to echo in his mind, even after the new memory has already stopped.
"How was that?
In room 9, Heart, fully awake now, stands up very quickly, breathing heavily and steadying himself by putting his hand against the wall. It was... not a pleasant awakening for him, from the look of it.
Even later, as Heart finds his way to the garden, he... doesn't look much better. It's easy for anyone to tell there's something off, as he's not at all as calm as usual. He'd hoped that being alone in here would help him collect himself, but far from it. His breathing isn't as steady as it should be and the look in his eyes seems both troubled and distant. His surroundings might as well not exist right now, for as much as he's paying attention to them. He's... not doing great today.]