[ It's disorienting. There's an echo of dishonesty behind everything the guy's saying, but it's an impression David can't source — he doesn't sound like he's lying. There's nothing to make him distrust it.
The juxtaposition's still there, though, and it's annoying. Almost as annoying as his headache, which hasn't abated since he left the hospital bed. David stops abruptly when Pietro fires off the trio of questions, reaching out to stop him with a hand on his arm. ]
Of course I remember. [ Not the accident itself, maybe, but there has to be something before it. Something to fill in the blanks. There are faces, a name, things that feel like they can't possibly be real. The word mutant, which drags out his bemused pause a few extra seconds. The name, though. He can start with that. ]
just slides into the deep end immediATELY
The juxtaposition's still there, though, and it's annoying. Almost as annoying as his headache, which hasn't abated since he left the hospital bed. David stops abruptly when Pietro fires off the trio of questions, reaching out to stop him with a hand on his arm. ]
Of course I remember. [ Not the accident itself, maybe, but there has to be something before it. Something to fill in the blanks. There are faces, a name, things that feel like they can't possibly be real. The word mutant, which drags out his bemused pause a few extra seconds. The name, though. He can start with that. ]
Who's Wanda?