[ it ripples through sam unexpected, as he's sitting in the flight deck, digging through the scrap heap for parts. a bustling crowd, a sharp pull on his shoulder, the waft of cigarette smoke, and a machine that looks like a man.
rebounding from one part of his mind to the next, it resonates, and pings a specific moment in time. panic and energy, people running from one place to the next, shouting commands and answering the same. excitement, but not the thrill of a crowd at a fair. a fortress under attack, and sam in the middle of it, spiraling out of control. looking at the world around him like it's a spotty film projection, unreal. and thrumming above it all, a cloud of fear, and such a fierce, desperate denial, his own voice echoing in his thoughts. not after all this. not after the resistance, and the occupation, and watching my friends die one after another for frakking this?
in the present, sam steps back from the salvage pile, head giving a violent shake, before his fingertips touch at his temples. what the hell? ]
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rebounding from one part of his mind to the next, it resonates, and pings a specific moment in time. panic and energy, people running from one place to the next, shouting commands and answering the same. excitement, but not the thrill of a crowd at a fair. a fortress under attack, and sam in the middle of it, spiraling out of control. looking at the world around him like it's a spotty film projection, unreal. and thrumming above it all, a cloud of fear, and such a fierce, desperate denial, his own voice echoing in his thoughts. not after all this. not after the resistance, and the occupation, and watching my friends die one after another for frakking this?
in the present, sam steps back from the salvage pile, head giving a violent shake, before his fingertips touch at his temples. what the hell? ]
( Steve? What're you doing? )