Board Thread:Stories/@comment-30744559-20180107214719/@comment-29194274-20180108084608

I revised the scene actually.

"Did you really think I was dead Tom?" Tord sneers, keeping in the shadows.

"I- Well- No!" Tom finally manages to get out. "No one gets through explosions like that unharmed! You're not real! I, I must be dreaming ir something!"

"DO I LOOK UNSCATHED TO YOU?!'" Tord slams his hands down on his desk, bringing himself into the light and revealing the full extent of his injuries.

Tom reels back in shock at response. He's never heard Tord speak with this mixture of anger, hatred, and-and agony. To know he can't go back and change this.

Tord takes a deep breath, and stands back up, looking down at Tpm with his single, glaring eye. "So now you've know what you've done. The pain you've caused. Do you repay it," Tord help up hjs robotic hand, "or live your life knowing what you've done?" Tord clenches his hand up into a fist, then extends it forward. "The choice is yours, Tom."

Tom jolts awake in a cold sweat. It was just a dream. Just a dream. . . No way he's getting to sleep again.