I struggled, wiggling to try and free myself from the hump of solid concrete. I could inch myself out.
Oh nice, so she’s not entirely stuck until this wears off or Vista undoes it.
I’m guessing Vista has run off by now? But Legend is probably still a threat.
What would my mom think to see me now?
“Does my daughter wrapped in concrete count as a sandwich?”
I tried to picture her expression.
Again, that gap, the chasm. Nothing.
Hm. Can she not remember their faces? Or is it specifically the idea of how her mom would act, designed to make her not know if she could trust her mom not to take advantage of the situation in some way?
I could have been hit by five more of those laser blasts on ‘stun’ and it wouldn’t have hit me as hard as the realization that I couldn’t remember my mother. Couldn’t remember her face, the details, her mannerisms. Even the happy memories we’d shared, the little moments I’d clung to over the past two years, they were gone.
All she has is the name.
And even that might slip soon.
There was only an empty void where they should have been.
I couldn’t remember my dad, either.
This is a really heavy chapter and I love it.
The other Undersiders, their faces, their costumes, their personalities and mannerisms, all gone. I could remember what we’d done: the bank robbery, fighting Purity’s group, lazing around in the old loft, even the general progression of events from the moment I’d met them. But the people were blanks waiting to be filled in, and I couldn’t go from thinking about one name to thinking about the events that were related to it.
In other words, she has no idea who anyone is. And by the sound of it, she’d know there are enemies in town, but not who any of them are. The way this all leads to the reaction of “that’s what they would say!” is becoming clear.
I felt a rising panic as I struggled to work myself free. I didn’t know the people who were on the rooftop with me: the man who floated in the air, wearing a sturdy hazmat-style firesuit and a blue and silver mask that left only his mouth, chin and wavy brown hair exposed. I couldn’t recognize the girl he was shooting in the back.
Ah, shit, he did it. I guess it’s time for Legend vs Vista, full power.
I saw her fall face first and writhe with pain. He shot her two more times, and she went limp. Out cold.
…or that can happen.
Hey, at least this way we get a solid answer to something I questioned back in Agitation: Does knocking out Vista immediately undo her changes?
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