Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170225053505

Rivulets of sweat run down Thomas' face as he struggles to maintain the time barrier. "Marcus...you have to fight yourself..."

Images flicker, the result of Thomas'concentration wavering. Finally, something manifests: a memory, not one of Marcus', but Thomas'. It is difficult to tell where it is taking place, but soon it becomes clear. Marcus has never seen this before.

It is Lucida. Regina, in her original body, is on one side of her, and Thomas is on the other. They each hold Lucida up by her arms as she slowly wiggles forward, encourgared by her parents. Lucida, having moved for a few feet on her own, slides slowly forward as her parents let go. She turns and beams at them both as she wobbles in place, her parents laughing and applauding. She is taking her firat steps.

The image fades, the shimmering hemisphere vibrating. Thomas looks up through his brow.

"Marcus...I...can't keep this up...I can't...do this for you..."