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12/27/2015 11:09:36 PM
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[b]Anumi doesn't turn around or speak but she waits patiently for the offer.[/b]
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"We could visit any memory you have or could have had, and I mean every single goddamn memory you will have, have had, and could've had"
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[i][u]"No! I don't want to go back to my past! And I don't want to see the future..."[/u][/i]
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"Don't like your current past? We could go to a different time line you's past, the options are quite literally infinite"
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[b]Anumi thinks for a moment.[/b] [i][u]"No. I don't want to see anything from the past... What could have happened... How much better it could be..."[/u][/i] [b]She seems wistful, almost lost in thought.[/b]
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"I could replace your memories with happier ones, I could alter them too, memories are my specialty"
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[b]Anumi shakes her head, her sense of impatience returning in a hurry.[/b] [i][u]"Masking the truth doesn't make it disappear. Now please... Let me out... I need to go back..."[/u][/i]
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[b]He flicks his fingers and they're back in the forest[/b] "I feel like I'd do good if I brought you here"
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[b]She blinks and looks around. The place seems empty and deserted. Footsteps approach the two.[/b]
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[b]He opens a portal, and grabs Anumi, holding her close, just in case[/b]
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[b]Lucien pushes through the bushes, holding his head. Nine syringes protrude from his leg and another few are in his neck.[/b] [i]"I, uh, think... Think I'm better... Gonna... Not... Do the thing..."[/i]
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[b]he growls silently[/b] "You"
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[i]"Yeah... Me... I just need... Some sleep..."[/i] [b]Lucien sits down and pushes some hair back from his eyes. Anumi backs away slowly, uncertain if it's a trick or not.[/b]
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[b]He pushes her into the portal and closes it, leaving her alone in his private pocket dimension[/b]
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[b]She frowns but understands his worry. Meanwhile, Lucien wipes his eyes.[/b] [i]"Don't say it... I hate myself too... And no, suicide doesn't work... And no I am happy..."[/i]
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"Never said I hated you, I know your problem though"
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[b]Lucien shrugs.[/b] [i]"Please don't relate... It just... Never is quite the same... I just want to get back on the ship and make more suppressors..."[/i]
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"I meant that I could possibly help"
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[i]"No... I'm not dragging more people into this... Besides... I don't need help..."[/i]
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"Mental help, your mind is being plagued, is it not?"
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[b]Lucien lays back onto a log.[/b] [i]"Yeah... But I don't want help... It would be a waste... Y'see... Once I figure out what can kill me... That's it... It's a sealed deal."[/i]
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"It wasn't a request" [b]he walks over to Lucien and presses his hands against his head, his eyes glowing a bright green[/b]
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[b]Lucien sits still. His face borders on terrifying at the absolute nothingness in precedes.[/b]
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"Open your mind to me"
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[i]"It's a blank slate, go right on in."[/i]
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[b]He starts to ache but proceeds, and finds himself in a....[/b]
