There's a place back home this reminds Eddy of. Mama hangs out there, when she's meeting with less reputable folk. The dust his broom-turned-bo staff passively kicks up is indistinguishable from all the smoke in the air.
A few seconds pass before Eddy's eyes adjust to the lighting, but when they do, an uncomfortable jolt of rage kicks through him. This time Eddy recognizes the man, younger perhaps, less gray, less wrinkles, but this is the man he'd witnessed Pouch hand his heart over to not long ago. The man who had smiled and sweet talked. He doesn't want to see this memory, but he watches.
Eddy's muggle experiences are limited. A couple months in this school or that one in that time between Lubbock and finding family with Wyatt and his mom. He doesn't remember much. Lots of hand held gaming devices and cellphones. The muggle world has changed so much since this memory took place, but he doesn't understand that.
"Pass," he says and knocks the glass over towards Bland. It's childish and his mother would be aghast, but she's not here right now and it makes him feel just an iota better.
MEMORY: Planting A Seed
A few seconds pass before Eddy's eyes adjust to the lighting, but when they do, an uncomfortable jolt of rage kicks through him. This time Eddy recognizes the man, younger perhaps, less gray, less wrinkles, but this is the man he'd witnessed Pouch hand his heart over to not long ago. The man who had smiled and sweet talked. He doesn't want to see this memory, but he watches.
Eddy's muggle experiences are limited. A couple months in this school or that one in that time between Lubbock and finding family with Wyatt and his mom. He doesn't remember much. Lots of hand held gaming devices and cellphones. The muggle world has changed so much since this memory took place, but he doesn't understand that.
"Pass," he says and knocks the glass over towards Bland. It's childish and his mother would be aghast, but she's not here right now and it makes him feel just an iota better.
"Who're we rescuing here?"