It was like his body hadn't completely shed the train. The rhythm of it, the smells, the heaviness of the air. Those were a part of him, and a few months of comfort wouldn't change that.
When his eyes sprang open, Grey's hand on his arm, it took a long moment for his brain to catch up. They were moving, the tracks rattling under them. The engine pulling them forward.
Bolting upright, Curtis's clamped down tight on Grey's arms with both hands-- Both hands. What the fuck did that mean?
Around them, life in the tail churned on, like it always had, before. Before their misguided revolution. Before Nam's kronol. Before.
They were back, and he felt sick, but part of him... Part of him was almost relieved.
"What the hell happened? Do you--" Do you remember? But he didn't ask it out loud. He couldn't bring himself to.
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When his eyes sprang open, Grey's hand on his arm, it took a long moment for his brain to catch up. They were moving, the tracks rattling under them. The engine pulling them forward.
Bolting upright, Curtis's clamped down tight on Grey's arms with both hands-- Both hands. What the fuck did that mean?
Around them, life in the tail churned on, like it always had, before. Before their misguided revolution. Before Nam's kronol. Before.
They were back, and he felt sick, but part of him... Part of him was almost relieved.
"What the hell happened? Do you--" Do you remember? But he didn't ask it out loud. He couldn't bring himself to.