There are things he should know, things that sit on the edge of remembering but slip through his fingers. Adrian remembers her face, remembers hearing Six, but then? Pain, blood, air leaving his lungs in ragged, painful breaths. Why was she there? Who is she?
Six moves forward and Adrian jerks, muscles tightening as he falls into a defensive stance. Habit, things his body remembers even if his mind has forgotten. She's imposing, frightening. Adrian's head throbs with pain looking at her, and a pain pierces his chest. A distant, nameless ache.
"You failed me, huh?" Something bitter surges up into his throat, something terrible that leaves the taste of dirt in his mouth. It holds like a vice around his throat. "So it's your fault I died."
For all he knows it could be her fault, maybe she had been the one to put him to the sword, maybe she had been to slow to notice an attack and he took it for her. His memories of the event are choppy at best, all he can remember is pain and blood. And after that? Well, he remembers laying in dirt, gasping desperately for the air that had been denied to him.
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Six moves forward and Adrian jerks, muscles tightening as he falls into a defensive stance. Habit, things his body remembers even if his mind has forgotten. She's imposing, frightening. Adrian's head throbs with pain looking at her, and a pain pierces his chest. A distant, nameless ache.
"You failed me, huh?" Something bitter surges up into his throat, something terrible that leaves the taste of dirt in his mouth. It holds like a vice around his throat. "So it's your fault I died."
For all he knows it could be her fault, maybe she had been the one to put him to the sword, maybe she had been to slow to notice an attack and he took it for her. His memories of the event are choppy at best, all he can remember is pain and blood. And after that? Well, he remembers laying in dirt, gasping desperately for the air that had been denied to him.