Mood: That scene in the movie. The kid wolf is running in step but out of step with the rest of the pack, keeping up, but excited. Each of the other wolves eyes are set on the path ahead, but the kid wolfs’ eyes dart this way and that proud to be part of a pack after years of being left at home.
“You might think you’ve peaked the scene,
you haven’t, the real one is far to mean
the watered down one, the one you know
was made up centuries ago”
- My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
“Ambia newcomer asijifeel sana,
Weh ni mgeni siku ya kwanza, tunakupenda,
ukikaakaa tutachoka na wewe,
hivyo ndio huenda.”
They placed the memory of your first victory right in the path of an oncoming comet. Now memories are pretty dense things – we all know that. This memory particular had a lot of sentiment attached to it – so it must have had the power of, at least, sixteen candle lit evenings under the moon. But even that would be no match to the mass and speed of a comet. Comets have destroyed entire conciousnesses, let alone single memories.
So you knew that your memory stood no chance.
And you hated the people who had put it there for putting it there – what right did they have to put it there? Was it not your memory? And wasn’t everything based on respect for the things (abstract or otherwise) of others? You would have sat brewing in your hatred if it wasn’t for a friend reminding you that the time spent brewing was time that your memory didn’t have.
The problem was, they had used some kind of cable to weigh it down.
But there was one solution.
Your armor, technically, can survive the impact of a comet. You know this in your mind – it was supposed to, the guy in the shop said so. And, because memories can be absorbed all you’d have to do is lie on the memory and wait for the comet to pass – or to be destroyed.
They know these are your only options. So they are just waiting. To see the struggle, to see the value of a memory to you. To see whether you would die than kill yourself off.
You place yourself on the memory, and wait.