[ he knows that voice. it's mingled in memories that he's not sure are real, but he knows it. he's seen her before. he didn't believe it then, either. then again, he had no means of telling what was real then.
which made it not too different from now, come to think of it. he whips around, sword drawn, and loses his gumption as he stares at her. the weapon lowers. ]
Mom. [ the word is simple and breathless and disbelieving as much as it is identifying. he knows her. it's really her. and she looks ... it's a trick. it's a trick, it's some demon. some illusory ... thing. god knows there's enough in l.a. these days. ]
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which made it not too different from now, come to think of it. he whips around, sword drawn, and loses his gumption as he stares at her. the weapon lowers. ]
Mom. [ the word is simple and breathless and disbelieving as much as it is identifying. he knows her. it's really her. and she looks ... it's a trick. it's a trick, it's some demon. some illusory ... thing. god knows there's enough in l.a. these days. ]