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Feb. 4th, 2015 01:31 am[Yves almost doesn't consider the shift unusual, immediately assumes that he was killed in his sleep in his last life, once he parses what he thinks was that reality, that existence. A shame really, to be born into the advantage of royalty, only to lose it so thoroughly, but that was simply how it worked being him.
The first hint is that he knows this place, not simply as an overlay in his mind over ruins like so many, but in the exact condition he'd known it before- well, before the revolution. Or rather, it would be a hint were he not so unsure of his own senses. Time only moves forward, he knows this, so why is this memory in particular so vivid? Because it can only be a memory, after all.
It's not even the first morning after the reset, Tris. Will you find your little brother wandering the moonlit halls of your home in a scared, absent fog like he has so many times before, or will he stumble upon you instead?]
The first hint is that he knows this place, not simply as an overlay in his mind over ruins like so many, but in the exact condition he'd known it before- well, before the revolution. Or rather, it would be a hint were he not so unsure of his own senses. Time only moves forward, he knows this, so why is this memory in particular so vivid? Because it can only be a memory, after all.
It's not even the first morning after the reset, Tris. Will you find your little brother wandering the moonlit halls of your home in a scared, absent fog like he has so many times before, or will he stumble upon you instead?]
