The room had been empty when he got here. Kaidan was sure of that. It had also been flatter, emptier, unending.
But the water at his feet had changed from still over sand to running over concrete. The sky was still a sharp blue, but now something very familiar hovered near, and there were walls surrounding him.
"Bomb is in position!"
That was his own voice.
He spun around and saw himself, in that thin grey wet suit-like outfit they used to consider armor. Standing in front of him, Shepard. Behind him, several marines and a bomb.
Virmire.
"Shit," he whispered. "No."
"Commander, can you read me?" Ashley's voice called across the comm, and shit, shit, shit, he knew how this went-- where was the exit?
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Re: An Aged Door
Date: 2013-04-11 11:23 am (UTC)But the water at his feet had changed from still over sand to running over concrete. The sky was still a sharp blue, but now something very familiar hovered near, and there were walls surrounding him.
"Bomb is in position!"
That was his own voice.
He spun around and saw himself, in that thin grey wet suit-like outfit they used to consider armor. Standing in front of him, Shepard. Behind him, several marines and a bomb.
Virmire.
"Shit," he whispered. "No."
"Commander, can you read me?" Ashley's voice called across the comm, and shit, shit, shit, he knew how this went-- where was the exit?
[[ open to anyone from camp 1, because i am mean and believe trauma is made to be shared. ]]