Jon thinks, reaching back to that time, that place. Everything from then tends to be almost dream-like; pieces are missing, everything feels disjointed, but every piece he can remember feels so tangible.
And then, he's able to recall the song. That grounding song that pulled all of them into a harmonious motion, that he could hear even before he was truly part of the Hive, with a mere infection, leading him closer to it.
It's a jarring thing to recall, when there's no song in her voice any longer.
"I remember you. I--- I do remember your song. You kept us centered. It was such a harmony, but I don't think it... would have been, without you."
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Jon thinks, reaching back to that time, that place. Everything from then tends to be almost dream-like; pieces are missing, everything feels disjointed, but every piece he can remember feels so tangible.
And then, he's able to recall the song. That grounding song that pulled all of them into a harmonious motion, that he could hear even before he was truly part of the Hive, with a mere infection, leading him closer to it.
It's a jarring thing to recall, when there's no song in her voice any longer.
"I remember you. I--- I do remember your song. You kept us centered. It was such a harmony, but I don't think it... would have been, without you."