[Baroona's crouching down the moment he sees blood on her cheek, sliding out the hunting knives hidden in his boots. When the second blade hits her arm, he has them in each hand, coiling to move forward when–
That voice.
He freezes up. doesn't hear Mikoto's orders to him. Just looks ahead, his shock and confusion abundantly clear.]
Michael?
[He whispers the question. That had been his voice, without a doubt and the closer the figure got, the more it became familiar. Walked like him, spoke like him, looked like him–just with darker skin.
Common sense tells him he's imagining the similarities. That he needs to get it together, fight off, help Mikoto. Prove his worth. But no matter what he says, his body won't move, his mind won't stop thinking.
Baroona is used to the dead coming back to life but there's a difference between the dead and Michael.]
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That voice.
He freezes up. doesn't hear Mikoto's orders to him. Just looks ahead, his shock and confusion abundantly clear.]
Michael?
[He whispers the question. That had been his voice, without a doubt and the closer the figure got, the more it became familiar. Walked like him, spoke like him, looked like him–just with darker skin.
Common sense tells him he's imagining the similarities. That he needs to get it together, fight off, help Mikoto. Prove his worth. But no matter what he says, his body won't move, his mind won't stop thinking.
Baroona is used to the dead coming back to life but there's a difference between the dead and Michael.]