The other guys are off getting food and beer, and Claude's clammed up, so I take the opportunity to think a little about what's just happened to me. To us. To Nathan and me. I go over some of the ups and downs in my head, reviewing it all. Wondering what's going to happen now. Well, not now. From the point I left him forward.
I held him in my arms again. Warm, alive, comforting. My brother. And I know we'll be together again, from now on. Damn yeah. Feels good. I reach into that connection and concentrate, finding him again.
~Hey,~ I send up to him, and feel a gentle smile in my mind across the years that separate us at the moment. ~Love you, Nathan. I'll be home soon.~ The feeling that comes back through the connection we have is like the richest dessert, the softest fur -- tactile and filling and warm. Inside and out.
It's not done yet, there's still healing to work through, but he's there. Nathan's there. I still can't quite get over how good it feels. The contrast is dramatic.
I run a hand over my face, then stand up. I look out at the city for a moment, looking at the perfection of it -- wishing we had this instead of the dystopia we're forced to try and fix.
Finally, I turn back to Claude.
"I don't think we can plan for everything, so I think we just have to use the element of surprise, as long as that'll hold out, and know where we're trying to get to. So let me look at your map. We want to take out the labs and the archives, right? Anywhere else they might be keeping this junk?"