Colt Davin
Location: Forest Ranger Cabin
Phase: Evening Phase
Date: 10.09.1994 (SAT)
Weather: Storm
"So it's better she doesn't. There's no happy ending to be found here. Just bitter, cold reality. That's what decided it."
The more Nevada said, the sadder he seemed. The flash of lightning in the window cast bright, blue light that revealed a glimpse at what was in the shadow of the man’s heart. Regret, sorrow, guilt, anger. Perhaps like a mirror, Colt saw something else in there. A reflection, or perhaps a projection.
It looked like fear.
He knew fear, recognized it. Colt had been surrounded by it, gnawed at by it, consumed by it. This town is a giant stomach of a beast known as fear, and he is a morsel churning in its belly, trying to give it an upset stomach, fighting it from within to the very last second.
Putting on a brave front, putting on a cold and unfeeling front, putting on a pained front, putting on an embittered front… all just tools to hide what was beneath. The source of so many other emotions that a man doesn’t want to be seen having.
"Still... are you saying you got the other one killed, then?"
The cold question froze Colt solid.
“W… wh-“
The implication hung in the air, and to it Colt failed to stammer out a small response.
"Or don't you simply call her that anymore? Because that'd be rather hypocritical. Especially since you forced Remmie into the deal by going to rescue that person, even though flames had swallowed her up."
Amber eyes stared silently as Nevada’s one eye narrowed. The words in his throat, the breath in his lungs, froze solid.
“Your younger sister, that is."
The lump of frozen air in Colt’s throat began to suffocate him. Without realizing it, he had stopped breathing. His brain was spinning like a tornado, normal tasks the body should automate were on pause. He stared, vacantly, back at Nevada.
His fractured recollection of that night a decade ago played in his mind on repeat. But now that he knew that there was more, he saw the holes. His brain tried to fill them in but a power beyond him had sealed them away. The memories cut away and fell apart in pieces, cigarette burns surrounding his peripheral vision. He was no longer reliving a moment in his life but rather watching an edited collection of events planted in his head.
A warm, wet sensation reminded Colt where and when he was. The boy peeled his eyes away from the flickering movie on the screen, his breathing resuming. Colt reached up and rubbed his chin, a trickle of blood dripping down from the lower lip he had bitten down on.
Sparing a glance at the red on his finger, Colt exhaled deeply.
“Tell me everything you know about her.” Plainly, he made his demand. “This is the first I’ve heard of a little sister of mine. You already know my memories were taken from me. I don’t remember her… not at all. The fact that she even existed, her name, her face. Nothing.”
He looked back at the blood on his finger again. He had a family; it was small, and he fit oddly into it. It was a family that went beyond blood. He was happy with that.
But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t want for more. There was someone else out there with this blood, the same as his own.
“I’m tired of people assuming I know, that I remember. You’re the first person to understand that there are things I don’t remember, that I’m not allowed to remember. So just… just tell me what you know. Anything and everything.”
He rubbed his lip again.
“… Please.”