Well ... at the time, I didn't know. But my brothers and sisters were all in the rubble. None of them had powers strong enough to stop it. My only clue was that Luther - who was known for his strength of muscle and weakness of brain - had a glass eye clutched in his hand. As though he'd pulled it out of someone while he was fighting them.
[he takes another sip of his drink at the memory that still chills him after all these years: the six of them lying dead beneath all that stone and debris, so much older than him, and him so small and unable to do a thing.]
I had to find shelter and wait for my powers to come back. I found a newspaper with the date, so I knew when it happened. When they came back, I figured I'd just travel back and warn them all. So I camped out in the ruins of the library. Found a friend: Dolores. My only companion. We waited for my powers to come back... for forty years.
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Date: 2022-07-06 02:36 am (UTC)[he takes another sip of his drink at the memory that still chills him after all these years: the six of them lying dead beneath all that stone and debris, so much older than him, and him so small and unable to do a thing.]
I had to find shelter and wait for my powers to come back. I found a newspaper with the date, so I knew when it happened. When they came back, I figured I'd just travel back and warn them all. So I camped out in the ruins of the library. Found a friend: Dolores. My only companion. We waited for my powers to come back... for forty years.