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The Beach, Wednesday Evening After Sunset

Liam was not brooding. Sure, he hadn't slept particularly well last night, but it wasn't as if that was a particularly unusual occurrence in the Kincaid-Price household. Just because this particular rocky outcropping was the spot he tended to gravitate towards whenever he had something on his mind, that didn't mean anything. He was just enjoying an evening cup of tea outside in the salt air. And occasionally throwing a rock into the ocean to see how far it'd go. You know, normal not-brooding stuff.

[ooc: expecting some memory-sharing frens!]

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It was just going to be a beach day for Rey. The whole day had been strange, and she felt a little uneasy about going back to her apartment, and she'd ended up here.

"Want company?" she greeted him.

Liam glanced up at the sound of footfalls, lips curving into a small smile as he saw who it was. "Sure," he said. "Pull up a rock."

Rey sat next to him, looking over at him and asking, "Just hanging out?"

Liam nodded. "It's a nice night."

That was a stretch. It was warm enough, but also kind of overcast. Not that that mattered as much once the sun had set, but still.

"Mm hm," she said, also nodding, like she expected him to say more.

"... And I've kind of gotten out of the habit of spending time in the apartment," Liam said, looking a little caught out.

It was easier, now, with Verity back, but he still sometimes found the space a little too- confined, for his liking. Hence not-brooding outdoors!

"I can understand that," she said. "It gets a little claustrophobic sometimes."

Her apartment was ridiculously large and she spent long periods of time on a ship.

Yeah, Liam had gone from living in the back room of a bar to what was now a three-bedroom apartment with a giant kitchen. The current place was by no means small. And yet!

"And what's the point of living near the ocean if you can't enjoy the beach, right?" Liam said. But he was frowning now, unable to shake a feeling of creeping dread that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

Rey felt it, too, though she still didn't know for sure whether this morning's... thing had been in her head or not.

So she asked, "What's wrong?"

"I don't-" Liam started to say, voice breaking off as that feeling of creeping dread suddenly crashed over him like a wave, overwhelming his sense of the here and now and sending him tumbling in to a memory.

Liam stormed into the Lair, a white-hot rage burning behind his eyes as the scenes of Volunteer raids on Resistance cells that had been all over the news earlier replayed on an endless loop in his mind. "You gave them everything!" he shouted, as soon as he spotted Augur. "You even made a simulation of me to bait the trap. Why?"

"My past finally caught up with me." Augur's voice, flat and emotionless, only served to fuel Liam's anger.

"What does your past have to do with what happened here today?"

"I had an old partner, Max Pratt. He and I were hacking into federal mainframes for some serious money. The IRS backtracked the trail to me, I gave them Max, and walked."

"You think. I care. About an old debt?" Liam screamed, grabbing Augur by the arms and shaking him to emphasize his words. "People are dead!" He let go, flinging the other man towards the couch. "Volunteers were waiting, I couldn't even warn them," his voice was breaking now, almost a sob.

"I did it to save your life. If it were just me, I'd let him do it, but he said he was going to kill you!" Augur said desperately, but Liam wasn't buying it.

"My life? That's an idle threat. You caved in, that's what happened." As if Liam's single, solitary existence held a candle to the dozens the Volunteers had snuffed out during the raids earlier today.

"He's an amoralist, he doesn't make idle threats," Augur tried to argue as he picked himself up from the couch.

"Why would an amoralist squeeze you for a Resistance code?"

"Max is... strictly for hire," Augur explained, moving back over towards Liam. "Somebody paid him millions to get me to regenerate the trapdoor code. He made me create your sim-" He reached out towards Liam, but Liam cut him off, grabbing the other man's wrists and pushing his arms down as the burning anger of a few moments ago replaced by something colder, sharper as he realized who was truly to blame here.

"People were killed," he said flatly. "Because they trusted me." Because he'd made the mistake of trusting Augur, someone who'd only ever fallen in with the Resistance because of the money. More fool him, honestly.

Rey sort of knew what this was. Sort of. She'd gotten sucked into enough visions by now to know what it was like to be witness to something she didn't really understand r have context for.

But this also felt different. It didn't feel like finding an answer to a question she hasn't asked yet. It felt like intruding.

And yet she didn't know what to do with it. It was like this morning, not so much being a witness to what was happening as much as a part of it.

‘Finding an answer to a question he hadn’t asked yet’ was a good way to describe the memory intrusions Liam had dealt with all of his life. This definitely wasn’t that; it was almost as if the experience had been pulled to the forefront of his mind by something else. Something else that was taking a distinct pleasure in making him relive this particular betrayal, and it wasn’t done with him- with them, because Rey being dragged into things was part of the goal- yet. There was still more to come with this particular memory.

"You betrayed me. Smart money. Not very smart to use it, though. I took it out of Max Pratt's pocket," Liam said mockingly as he strode into the Embassy, waving the easily-traceable bill in Da'an's face.

"Yes. If I'd known it was already in use, I would not have paid him with it." Da'an's voice, carefully even. Honestly, it only served to make Liam more infuriated. He stalked right up to Da'an, until he was inches from the Taelon's face, and continued to speak.

"Betrayed by your own technology, you'd have to call that ironic. Do Taelons understand irony Da'an? I guess not, that requires blood in your veins and a soul. I oughta kill you, but then I'd be like you." A deep breath, and he stalked a few paces away. "You hired an amoralist to kill me?"

"Not you. Never you. I had compelling reasons to hire him, it entails the survival of my species but I cannot explain further."

"Oh, I was waiting for that," Liam said mockingly. "The great Taelon mystery. Amazing how it's always there when you need it."

"Please-" Da'an tried to interject, but Liam cut him off.

"We trusted you with our lives, Da'an." More accurately, Liam had trusted him. And it had gotten people killed. There it was, for the second time in as many days: trusting people was a bad idea.

"I understand, but I must re-establish Zo'or's trust."

"So you hired Max to get you the Resistance codes," he realized.

"Yes. I had to make an unequivocal demonstration of my loyalty." That that demonstration had resulted in dozens of deaths, Liam very nearly among them, barely seemed to phase the Taelon.

"Demonstration? He almost killed me tonight!"

"There are some things you do not know, Liam. There are powers always guarding you, because you are indispensable to our survival."

"If I'm so damn indispensable," Liam spat, "why not let me in on the great mystery?" Back over to Da'an, leaning to whisper in his ear "I'd've died to save you, Da'an." Hell, he’d loved Da'an, with all that he'd had, and the Taelon had thought nothing of taking advantage of that love to further his own agenda.

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It was like getting emotions shoved onto her. It was actually more intense than when it was just Rey, because she could feel it all and didn't know why, but she understood how deep the betrayal cut, and all she could do was go along for the terrible ride.

She couldn't even tell you if it was part of whatever was happening, or if she was feeling it this strongly just because of what she already could do.

Either way, not a fan.

It had taken Liam a long time to learn how to trust again after those two, intimately connected betrayals, and to be reminded of them now left him feeling as hurt and raw as he had back then.

He sucked in a deep, shuddering breath, trying to process what the hell had just happened, and why.

For a moment Rey didn't say anything, half expecting more to happen.

The first thing she said was, "Are you okay?"

This wasn’t a regular memory intrusion, it wasn’t even like the time right after they’d come back from Wildemount, and he’d been overwhelmed, unable to distinguish his own memories from the ‘borrowed’ ones.

“I- yes? I think so?”

People were killed, because they trusted me.

Not really.

"What was that?" she asked.

That question could be about pretty much any part of it.

As much as it hadn’t felt like a regular memory intrusion, Liam assumed that’s what it had looked like on the outside. So, unaware that Rey had actually been caught up in the memory in question, he just shrugged.

“Just. Remembering something, from a long time ago.”

"I know," Rey said, and repeated. "What was that?"

That got his attention.

“What do you mean, you know?” Liam asked, frowning at her. Had he been... how did Verity put it? ‘Leaking’? Except that only happened when someone touched him. But she had those Force abilities...

"I was there," she told him. "Right now. I was there for all of it."

She had no idea how.

Look, brooding and being haunted by painful memories weren't new activities for Yasha. That was a day that ended in N for her. (Or ... ended in Y here, but same principle.)

So she hadn't yet realized anything was amiss, but the memories had been somewhat more persistent than usual and she was thinking that it sounded like a good idea, getting away from here for a few days. But really, since her ability to leave was dependent on the Stormlord's whims, that just meant she was reduced to wandering the beach, watching the horizon for any signs of lightning.

Running away always had been a go-to option for her when it came to trying to escape a problem situation, and it would have been nice to be able to do it now, she thought.

Thinking about running away bled into ... images. Memories, really, of the endless expanse of mud and marshes in southern Xhorhas that made up the Iothia Moorland.

Of Zuala, of home, and that was a memory that made her mouth taste like faint, lingering sweetness mixed with ash when she remembered -- like she always did, like she couldn't help even if she wanted to -- the moment everything that meant home to her had been ripped away.

She wasn't aware of Liam's presence yet, or she would have tried to stop the soft choked noise that escaped her. Tried to.

Edited 2020-08-20 05:27 (UTC)

"I'm sorry," Liam said, looking down at his hands, pressing the thumb of one hand into the palm of the other. Vaguely, he registered the presence of a paper tea cup out of the corner of one eye. He must have dropped it when-

"Sorry," he repeated, tone still distant and confused. "I didn't mean to- that doesn't usually happen." Had happened, once before, but Verity had been touching him at the time. Rey hadn't done so at all.

Liam was still pretty shaken up by whatever had happened with Rey, so he didn't immediately register Yasha's presence either. At least, not until that that aforementioned soft noise of pain, and then he was looking up, trying to find the source of it.

Yasha vaguely registered the movement in her peripheral vision, but mostly she was caught in the memory now. Nowhere near for the first time, but this time it felt like it had a much tighter grip on her.

So it was more visceral somehow, the sickening twisting feeling in her gut at the moment that. her brief recollection of Zuala and their secret wedding, and of how happy they'd been together, dissolved sharply into the realization that they'd been discovered.

The Skyspear declaring, in front of the whole Dolorav tribe, that the punishment for their disobedience was death.

Zuala's face just before Yasha ran, terrified and angry and too much of a fucking coward to even witness her wife's final moments before her execution.

Stumbling blindly through the badlands, delirious from lack of food or water or even much sleep, until ...

Until ...

She didn't remember what happened after that. Mercifully, perhaps.

Without realizing it, she'd pitched forward onto her hands and knees in the sand, suddenly exhausted. Or was that the hunger and dehydration she was feeling? She didn't know any more.

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