Memory #10

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Significant Negative - Miles takes a needle grenade to the heart (M, MD 398)

Regained - Game #81, Kiriko, letter delivery

Shareable - Yes, unlimited.

...yup, this sucks.

This is going to be a fairly easy memory to place, because it follows right on the heels of this one. He's in the same room and everything. This is also a relatively brief memory, FOR ONCE. First quote is from Miles' POV, then it'll switch back to Mark's.

"Look out!" someone yelled. Quinn spun, raising her plasma arc, seeking aim. Mark's mouth opened, the "o" foolishly echoing the circle of his gray hood around his face.

Miles saw the Bharaputran because they were looking square at each other, in that frozen moment. [...] The Bharaputran had a hand-sized projectile launcher of some kind pointed straight at him, its muzzle bright with flare.

Miles could not, of course, see the projectile, not even as it entered his chest. Only his chest, bursting outward like a flower, and a sound not heard but only felt, a hammer-blow launching him backward.

...fuck.

Mark was standing so close, the report of the exploding projectile was like a silence, pressing in his ears, obliterating all other sounds. It happened too fast for understanding, too fast to close the eyes and defend the mind against the sight. The little man who had been yelling and gesturing them onward fluttered backward like a gray rag, arms outflung, face contorted. A spray of blood spattered across Mark with stinging force, part of a wide half-circle of blood and tissue-bits. Quinn's whole left side was scarlet.

So. You are not perfect, was his first absurd thought. This sudden absolute vulnerability shocked him unbearably. I didn't think you could be hurt. Damn you, I didn't think you could be--

+ Yup, I sure did get Miles killed while he was rescuing me from my own fuckups.
+5 timeline confusion.
+50 I RUIN EVERYTHING I TOUCH.
+50 IT'S NOT LIKE I LIKE HIM OR ANYTHING.
+100 GUILT FOREVER.