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Behrooz remembers this – the open field, clouds gathering the sky like there will be a storm soon. He looks down immediately, that sky all too familiar, and tries to focus on the ground instead. His eyes bore into the blades of grass, trying to feel for the wolves, to go back to the forest.
Whatever this, he doesn't want it – he doesn't want to know –
(doesn't it bother you?)
But it's a flash of light that makes him look up, to close his hands and stare at the tufts of clouds that look more like smoke and ash now, circulating gently, with scraps of metal and blackened bone – and he can't take his eyes off of it.
(no honor)
The dust collects, abruptly, it's all put together – a small hand pressed against a fence, dark walls appear but it isn't Jack there anymore – he starts to feel it, coming closer and the wire fence pressed against his face –
(no glory)
- and he almost looks away until, for a second, he sees her – Kim on the other side, looking worried but almost too distraught, her eyes too bright, and everyone he knows outside – Sareh and her family, anyone from the mosque – looking confused, horrified –
(no mercy)
and it's just fire, abruptly, tearing through the clouds and across the sky into everything it can reach and it burns all the images left, Sareh's scarf the last to disappear in to what becomes brighter and brighter until it –
(lighter than a feather)
-'s too much to keep looking at, and Behrooz shuts his eyes and falls onto the ground but the grass is gone and for one brief moment
(what we do today will change the world)
there is only light
He wakes up on the floor - it feels like it's been a long time since his eyes really had to adjust to the darkness, but now when his eyes open it's completely black, and he has to reach for the bed, that stupid buzzing seeming louder than it ever has. The sound of his own breathing overpowers it, though, and he pulls himself back onto the mattress, feeling that the sheets have been thrown off even though it's not at all hot in this room.
It takes a few long moments before the walls become visible, the window out to the street that should have been visible no matter how dark it was out there. Wide-eyed, he turns to the digital clock, reading 2:34 in bright red.
After a long moment of staring at that until it becomes 2:35, Behrooz shakily pushes himself to his feet. It's still hard to see, but he doesn't need to feel to know where things are - he finds the door, and opens it with the hope of making some instant coffee.
At least he'll get better coffee.
He wakes up on the floor - it feels like it's been a long time since his eyes really had to adjust to the darkness, but now when his eyes open it's completely black, and he has to reach for the bed, that stupid buzzing seeming louder than it ever has. The sound of his own breathing overpowers it, though, and he pulls himself back onto the mattress, feeling that the sheets have been thrown off even though it's not at all hot in this room.
It takes a few long moments before the walls become visible, the window out to the street that should have been visible no matter how dark it was out there. Wide-eyed, he turns to the digital clock, reading 2:34 in bright red.
After a long moment of staring at that until it becomes 2:35, Behrooz shakily pushes himself to his feet. It's still hard to see, but he doesn't need to feel to know where things are - he finds the door, and opens it with the hope of making some instant coffee.
At least he'll get better coffee.