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xochipilli_cursed[[Aaron checks the mail to find a package! Normally, Aaron would avoid the mail but he's been socializing a lot and thinks it must be a Valentine's Day gift. Sort of nervous, and very curious, he'll take it inside and open it to find...
... nothing.
Then the memories hit him. An entire life time's worth of memories. Aaron stands there, staring at the open box for a few minutes as he tries to process all this.
These are memories that were stolen from him by Mayfield! A life where he was happier, where he had much more to live for. Where he had someone to live for.
He was in love then. He still is and he always will be. Could she still be too?
He doesn't dwell on that yet. They are here, now, together. What are the chances?
Aaron let's himself calm before walking to the phone.
His drone sister glares at him and he chases her out of the room before making a call.
Would she remember?]]
[Call to Elizabeth Tudor | Filtered away from the drones]
"Elizabeth, it's me. It's Aaron...
... I mean it's me, Zachariah."
... nothing.
Then the memories hit him. An entire life time's worth of memories. Aaron stands there, staring at the open box for a few minutes as he tries to process all this.
These are memories that were stolen from him by Mayfield! A life where he was happier, where he had much more to live for. Where he had someone to live for.
He was in love then. He still is and he always will be. Could she still be too?
He doesn't dwell on that yet. They are here, now, together. What are the chances?
Aaron let's himself calm before walking to the phone.
His drone sister glares at him and he chases her out of the room before making a call.
Would she remember?]]
[Call to Elizabeth Tudor | Filtered away from the drones]
"Elizabeth, it's me. It's Aaron...
... I mean it's me, Zachariah."
