[ He's not going to start crying. He tells himself that, even as he takes the next step closer and then the next. He trusts Reyes. He trusts the man won't shoot him in the face. Not yet.
It's still hard to explain. Even harder with what's happened since he arrived in this place. ]
When I first got here, the year for me was 2075. The others were from much further ahead. I... [ how to even say this kindly. He can't. Reinhardt stumbles though this with all the bluntness of a 2x4 to the head. ] I buried you. Five years ago. [ Well, six since he had been given the entirety of a year in three days time. ] But here you are. Alive. So I need to know. I need to know what year is it for you. [ He need to know if this is just another in a series of friends that faked their deaths and left him to think they were dead for half a decade or if he was from before that horrible day when everything went straight to hell. ]
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It's still hard to explain. Even harder with what's happened since he arrived in this place. ]
When I first got here, the year for me was 2075. The others were from much further ahead. I... [ how to even say this kindly. He can't. Reinhardt stumbles though this with all the bluntness of a 2x4 to the head. ] I buried you. Five years ago. [ Well, six since he had been given the entirety of a year in three days time. ] But here you are. Alive. So I need to know. I need to know what year is it for you. [ He need to know if this is just another in a series of friends that faked their deaths and left him to think they were dead for half a decade or if he was from before that horrible day when everything went straight to hell. ]