#sonstolen

[wastclanders]

seeing him, over and over, hurts more than the initial loss. that he is here but doesn't remember their life together. it makes her so fucking angry. it's a torment. it would be better if he had died and god she wishes she didn't think that. but he wears nate's face and the rest is a shell.

" i can't stop thinking about you. "

nora wheels around, crossing the space between them until she's nearly toe to toe with @sonstolen. "and why do you think that is? what do you think about? it is just some...vague feeling you have? "

[wastclanders]

@sonstolen: nate/nora vibes

[wastclanders]

she's been on defense since the fight between them began. his mind might not remember her, but something in @sonstolen still knows her moves. they trained together when he was home after all. sparring when she was able to after shaun was born. it's a dance and there's muscle memory.

weapons lay discarded, ammo used on the synths that had accompanied him. shots carefully aimed at the metal monstrosities and not her husband. she could go for one of the laser weapons, but she doesn't want to hurt him. even if he has different intentions.

(he could kill her if he wanted, but he doesn't. so something in him remembers her.)

they both landed hits. but he bigger and stronger and he's never tried to hurt her before and she knows this isn't him. her mind is so focused on what she doesn't want to do that she misses a blow that sends her sprawling to the broken blacktop of the road.

she's lost. she knows it. her options are so limited. go for a weapon and shoot him, try to flee or...

there really is only one sensible thing to do right now.

nora is slow moving to her knees, hands raised in the air to show nothing in them. "i surrender."