Post by luckymcdowell on Jun 14, 2010 14:39:04 GMT -5
Sayer thought of many things.
He thought of past battles with people he half remembered, thoughts of conflicts that didn't happen, on other planets, with other people, of other things that seemed more real than he was.
He thought of the loss of Addie, the fights for Lighthouse, the power that Captain Riley commanded.
He thought of how even though he spoke, he said little.
He thought of how he was essentially an empty shell. He tried to focus on something more than himself, and all he could remember was his name. It was as if he'd been living a lie. He was a cliche, a contradiction. An Irishman in a bar with no memory? He had to admit, it sounded like something out of a story.
He needed to be more.
He would no longer blindly follow orders, no longer act without thinking.
He would speak.
He would get his voice back.
He thought of past battles with people he half remembered, thoughts of conflicts that didn't happen, on other planets, with other people, of other things that seemed more real than he was.
He thought of the loss of Addie, the fights for Lighthouse, the power that Captain Riley commanded.
He thought of how even though he spoke, he said little.
He thought of how he was essentially an empty shell. He tried to focus on something more than himself, and all he could remember was his name. It was as if he'd been living a lie. He was a cliche, a contradiction. An Irishman in a bar with no memory? He had to admit, it sounded like something out of a story.
He needed to be more.
He would no longer blindly follow orders, no longer act without thinking.
He would speak.
He would get his voice back.