Tenth Unused Utility Belt | Video

[hellofist]

People keep showing up, with memories... that don't match up. Happening a lot, lately. Guess it happens... all the time, but... seems like more, now.

[Cass stops a second, not looking into the feed but at something past the comm, jaw clenching and relaxing as she thinks.]

Know I did... something. Or... something happened, to me. Made me... someone people don't like? Or are scared of. Don't know.

[It's a little terrifying, to talk to Tim and see him be relieved she's not whatever she becomes in his future.]

I guess, want advice. Want to know... if you did something... bad, or wrong, would you... want to know? Want someone... to tell you, so you could stop? Or just... let it happen, hope you... do right things?

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[burnmythoughts]

I...

I was her, for a while. Before they could get to me, and pull me out. And -

[Jean glances down, and sees the fists balled in her lap. She forces them to relax.]

There was so much rage. She'd hurt so many people and she didn't care. Nothing mattered except - except tearing everything apart.

[Her voice is shaking, a little. She's been trying not to think about it, since then, but talking about it now - everything comes rushing back.

She'd called it a nightmare. She wishes that was all it was.]

[hellofist]

I'm sorry...

[Sorry is hardly a word that can mean enough to cover how Cass feels about seeing these reactions in Jean, the feelings that it causes in Cass while her friend relives the horrible experience.]

Do you... need someone? Can come see you.