[Lucas had heard the cliche about his life supposedly flashing before his eyes. He was a bit disappointed that memories from his youth didn't come bubbling back to the surface; it would have been nice to recall things he had forgotten. Instead, he can't help but think how lucky it was that he'd gone a year and a half without ever actually dying. Almost all of the friend he'd made... The Netherlands, consumed in the fire. Margot, collapsed on the street in Westport. Horohoro, killed by the haz-mats; Crowe and Kay, executed after the break-in; Nanashi, sacrificing herself in a vain attempt to distract the Milk-Mech.
And then, all of the times he'd been in such danger. His fight with the Night of Wallachia, his defiance in Soviet Mayfield, his run-in with Billy Smith at the party... There comes a sudden realization that brings a flicker of a smile to his lips.]
My face...
[The shiny scar tissue around his eye would finally regenerate. ...That was something positive, right? What a silly little thing to think about...]
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Date: 2011-08-24 07:31 pm (UTC)And then, all of the times he'd been in such danger. His fight with the Night of Wallachia, his defiance in Soviet Mayfield, his run-in with Billy Smith at the party... There comes a sudden realization that brings a flicker of a smile to his lips.]
My face...
[The shiny scar tissue around his eye would finally regenerate. ...That was something positive, right? What a silly little thing to think about...]