[The younger SOLDIER rests a hand to his head, carefully trying to sort through his... 'glitchy' memories. He can see visions of... things. People. Someone talking to him, over someone else's death. He can see a discussion about how the Firsts are usually treated, about Lazard's departure. A battle against a Dual Horn in the middle of a field. But they're brief, fleeting, and gone the second they pop into his head.
A white haze is over the man's face, blurred completely out of focus even with his presence right next to him.]
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Date: 2011-08-31 12:58 am (UTC)A white haze is over the man's face, blurred completely out of focus even with his presence right next to him.]
In... SOLDIER. We were friends.