It occurs to him that he doesn't remember the actual date. He knows what they are, remembers vague details about the war, but nothing specific. Never anything specific. That's how it works. "That's forever ago..."
It was a long time back - that's what he does remember. For a moment, Thomas is at a loss for words, and he slumps back against the corridor wall, exhale deflating him. What is this supposed to be? Tricking him into thinking he's actually been sent through time? Or maybe they actually did, hell, WICKED's proved themselves capable of near everything under the sun, except for the one thing the world needed from them.
Or make him think he imagined it all? No way. No way in hell.
Thomas shakes his head a moment, before scrubbing a dirty palm over his face.
"No chance you whacked your head real hard in the last few days, is there?"
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It occurs to him that he doesn't remember the actual date. He knows what they are, remembers vague details about the war, but nothing specific. Never anything specific. That's how it works. "That's forever ago..."
It was a long time back - that's what he does remember. For a moment, Thomas is at a loss for words, and he slumps back against the corridor wall, exhale deflating him. What is this supposed to be? Tricking him into thinking he's actually been sent through time? Or maybe they actually did, hell, WICKED's proved themselves capable of near everything under the sun, except for the one thing the world needed from them.
Or make him think he imagined it all? No way. No way in hell.
Thomas shakes his head a moment, before scrubbing a dirty palm over his face.
"No chance you whacked your head real hard in the last few days, is there?"