On the plus side, Sayid still manages to get the key! Hooray!
On the other hand, though, the room warps as his fingers brush up against the roll of paper, and he finds himself back in a memory of Tempest's world.
It's tamer than most memories you'd find the drawer, all things considered. But there's still a heavy sense of dread, of panic, of anger - Sayid will feel it too, his chest growing tight as Tempest does, the flair of anger that comes with Maias' mere presence.
When the memory ends, the piece of paper is smoking, burnt almost completely, as though something lit it on fire when Sayid was caught up in the memory.
And if he is to look around, well . . . a certain someone is missing]
[That was...not the worst. Surprisingly. He'd expected worse.
In the end, he's actually sort of proud of her. After the emotions that aren't his fade with the memory. She has strength, not that he didn't know that before this.
...It is almost worrying that Maias is missing now. But maybe it's because he's got the key now? His fingers close around it as he turns and looks around. Not heading for the door just yet, but about to.]
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On the plus side, Sayid still manages to get the key! Hooray!
On the other hand, though, the room warps as his fingers brush up against the roll of paper, and he finds himself back in a memory of Tempest's world.
It's tamer than most memories you'd find the drawer, all things considered. But there's still a heavy sense of dread, of panic, of anger - Sayid will feel it too, his chest growing tight as Tempest does, the flair of anger that comes with Maias' mere presence.
When the memory ends, the piece of paper is smoking, burnt almost completely, as though something lit it on fire when Sayid was caught up in the memory.
And if he is to look around, well . . . a certain someone is missing]
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In the end, he's actually sort of proud of her. After the emotions that aren't his fade with the memory. She has strength, not that he didn't know that before this.
...It is almost worrying that Maias is missing now. But maybe it's because he's got the key now? His fingers close around it as he turns and looks around. Not heading for the door just yet, but about to.]
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Otherwise, it's eerily silent. Especially when a second person should be making noise]