[He's slinked back home after some point even if he's spent a pretty good deal of time locked in his room. At the knocking, though, he opens the door up.]
[ Thankfully, or regrettably, Forte's seen the one memory with Tommy in it, because of course they look nothing like twins now. And as much as the kinder part of him wants to say "his twin," for Forte's sake - he can't as he swallows something back. ]
Tommy, from before...
[ they died and he went into whatever body he might have been in in the future. ]
Don't think you wanna watch the memory since the guy I'm competing with dies beside me, but Freddie's the dumbass fucking guitar I smashed in it. He was an alien.
[Hope you rot in hell, Freddie, with the rest of your kind.]
Anyway, when I arrived there was a picture in my room too. Dunno why it was Freddie of all things. I didn't realize it was alive from the picture until I got Round 2 back.
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What's up?
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Well, immediately he is pretty sure who this is.]
Your twin...?
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Tommy, from before...
[ they died and he went into whatever body he might have been in in the future. ]
It was in my room, on my bed?
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[The damn picture of the guitar he got.
Fucking Freddie.]
Did you do any of your witchy stuff or try something different?
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[ he shakes his head. ]
Not anything more than I usually might? I didn't go out of my way to do anything different, I mean.
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[Hope you rot in hell, Freddie, with the rest of your kind.]
Anyway, when I arrived there was a picture in my room too. Dunno why it was Freddie of all things. I didn't realize it was alive from the picture until I got Round 2 back.
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A guitar that's an alien... sure, you know what. Apparently half of all life gets wiped in my visions, so why not more alien weirdnes.
[ a beat. ]
So they're photos from our visions? Maybe before we even knew it?
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[The visions...
He tries to push any intrusive thoughts that rise to the surface down and retreats back into his room to pull a picture out of one of his drawers.
Don't think about that shit.]
This is the picture.