[ He repeats in confusion, not quite startled by the idea but surprised. It sounds... different, harsher than his life at the Kaplans had been. There's a pang of guilt at the idea, like it feels wrong. Like Tommy shouldn't be and then the thoughts swim. Tommy's life in Juvie isn't right and that singular word bounces around in his brain like an obstruction he can't get rid of: Experiment. Without thinking his grip on his brother tightens and he almost feels the itch of untapped power in his free one - almost. ]
What -
[ The words don't come. His jaw sets and he tries to focus. It's not right. He's 16, not a year in the future. Maybe that could be it? But there's small details, or big ones. His own eyes being more of a dark blue that turn gray withstanding. He stops the urge from patting his own hair. Mouth twisting as he looks away. He tried to avoid looking at him once more. This isn't right.. ]
It's like I said. The only thing I knew when I came back was the name. Tommy. I could sense you - I couldn't find you.
[ He tries again, but he still doesn't look at him. Eyes closed as he tries and fails to hear the other's thoughts. He doesn't think he's his brother and he thinks that's right, but also wrong. There's similarities and yet - ]
When I woke up? I knew I was in the wrong body. I could feel it... so I've researched everyday for three years to find out who I could be - I. That's how I found out about the Westview stuff. I met a guy who lived through it he told me some stuff.
That Wanda made a life there. Her and Vision had kids? Tommy and Billy. And that the same day I died, that's the day the Westview stuff ended. Wanda broke the spell and their twins disappeared.
- And that's it? That's all I know, but the pieces just make sense.
[ He shakes his head and still doesn't look at him. ] I know it sounds insane, especially to everything you're saying? Thinking? But it's true.
no subject
[ He repeats in confusion, not quite startled by the idea but surprised. It sounds... different, harsher than his life at the Kaplans had been. There's a pang of guilt at the idea, like it feels wrong. Like Tommy shouldn't be and then the thoughts swim. Tommy's life in Juvie isn't right and that singular word bounces around in his brain like an obstruction he can't get rid of: Experiment. Without thinking his grip on his brother tightens and he almost feels the itch of untapped power in his free one - almost. ]
What -
[ The words don't come. His jaw sets and he tries to focus. It's not right. He's 16, not a year in the future. Maybe that could be it? But there's small details, or big ones. His own eyes being more of a dark blue that turn gray withstanding. He stops the urge from patting his own hair. Mouth twisting as he looks away. He tried to avoid looking at him once more. This isn't right.. ]
It's like I said. The only thing I knew when I came back was the name. Tommy. I could sense you - I couldn't find you.
[ He tries again, but he still doesn't look at him. Eyes closed as he tries and fails to hear the other's thoughts. He doesn't think he's his brother and he thinks that's right, but also wrong. There's similarities and yet - ]
When I woke up? I knew I was in the wrong body. I could feel it... so I've researched everyday for three years to find out who I could be - I. That's how I found out about the Westview stuff. I met a guy who lived through it he told me some
stuff.
That Wanda made a life there. Her and Vision had kids? Tommy and Billy. And that the same day I died, that's the day the Westview stuff ended. Wanda broke the spell and their twins disappeared.
- And that's it? That's all I know, but the pieces just make sense.
[ He shakes his head and still doesn't look at him. ] I know it sounds insane, especially to everything you're saying? Thinking? But it's true.