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Sera woke up a little later, confused and disoriented. "W-what? Why am I here?" She asks looking around |
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Finnegan Larson - Zoya was sitting nearby, "Hey, you're okay," she smiled at her. "What do you remember?" |
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Sera tries to rack through her brain. "I remember being kidnapped and then the world went black, I remember blurry parts about burning someone, though the face isn't clear. I remember walking around what seems to be a factory?" She says |
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Zoya - Zoya pursed her lips together. "Do you want to know what happened?" she asked softly. |
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"You were kidnapped by the enemy leader. He injected you with a serum of some sort, making you forget everything and making you do whatever he wanted. Finn tried to save you, but you... you didn't remember him. So when he got close... you got defensive..." Zoya trailed off, referring that she burned him. "He was taken and sent to work... somehow he managed to get the antidote and inject you," |
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Sera’s eyes glazed over for a moment, the memory of that time hazy and fractured. The weight of Zoya’s words settled in her chest like a stone. She swallowed, trying to push through the fog in her mind. "I... I didn’t remember him?" Sera’s voice cracked slightly, the hurt and confusion mixing in her words. "I… burned him?" The thought of it made her stomach twist. She couldn’t even imagine doing that to Finn. He’d always been there, a constant, even when everything else was slipping through her fingers. Her hands clenched at her sides, frustration bubbling beneath her skin. “How could I not remember him?” she murmured, as if the question could answer itself. "I—he was trying to save me..." She shook her head, trying to make sense of it, but the pieces didn’t fit. The idea of being so lost, so far removed from who she was, tore at her. "But he came for me..." She glanced at Zoya, a flicker of something deep and painful in her eyes. "He still came for me, even after everything. Finn…" She let the thought hang in the air, overwhelmed by both the relief and the guilt. She’d hurt him. But somehow, he’d still found a way to pull her back. "I don't... I don't know what I’d have done without him." |
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Zoya just nodded and listened. She'd seen how bad Finn looked with those burns, but she didn't want her to feel bad, even though Finn was having a meltdown right now. Who knows when he'd ever show his face again. |
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Sera couldn't shake the guilt that washed over her as she thought about Finn. She had seen him struggle, felt his pain, but had pushed it all aside, thinking it would just pass. Now, with his meltdown echoing in her mind, she couldn't help but feel responsible for not doing more, for not being there for him when he needed it most. |
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Zoya just sat with her for a bit. "Do you want me to try to get him for you?" She asked. Although, Finn probably didn't want to leave his tent again. |
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