At first, Ivan thinks back to the Flowers Over Bones penthouse and his bandmates, but there feels like there's something more, somewhere else he belongs. As for who told him he wasn't important, who made him feel like absolute trash...
He considers some bullies from his childhood, but then, his mind switches gears completely. He's waist high in sand with his face shoved into a whirlpool of it. He chokes and gasps for air when his attacker pulls him out of the sand to glare at him in the face. It's Edward, only he doesn't have the long red hair he had when they met. It's been buzzed short. His hands grip Ivan painfully.
"Do you know how much I've suffered because of you? Huh?! I was this close to becoming a certified hero! But you ruined everything! Why didn't you try and help me that day? I went to save someone, so why am I now the criminal while you're the hero? This is your fault, you coward. I lost everything because you were too scared to move!"
And then he's faced down in the sandy whirlpool again.
Ivan inhales sharply as he breaks from the vision, the memory.
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He considers some bullies from his childhood, but then, his mind switches gears completely. He's waist high in sand with his face shoved into a whirlpool of it. He chokes and gasps for air when his attacker pulls him out of the sand to glare at him in the face. It's Edward, only he doesn't have the long red hair he had when they met. It's been buzzed short. His hands grip Ivan painfully.
"Do you know how much I've suffered because of you? Huh?! I was this close to becoming a certified hero! But you ruined everything! Why didn't you try and help me that day? I went to save someone, so why am I now the criminal while you're the hero? This is your fault, you coward. I lost everything because you were too scared to move!"
And then he's faced down in the sandy whirlpool again.
Ivan inhales sharply as he breaks from the vision, the memory.
"... A... friend..."