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[Adam's not one to display his feeling openly on the network. Mostly because his last communication device did that for him a lot and without him knowing it. While he wasn't for anonymous messages all the time, it was pretty refreshing to just be faceless and not worry what everyone thinks.

And yet there's one that pops up around two in the morning. Same as last time but oh well.]

Have you found yourself hoping that someone from home shows up? Or if you were in a different place before arriving, someone from there will come and remember you?

[Thoughts of an old fart ranger. Pretty deep stuff.]

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I did. You just don't remember it.

[Billy seems interested in glancing at the base of Adam's neck. He finally looks up after a few moments.]

It's about the other war. You were there...younger, There was a fight. If my hand had been any steadier I would've easily killed you.

[Hold up!]

Other war? You might need to back up and explain that part first because I'm drawing a blank at that.

[He had to wonder if Billy did explain it and he couldn't remember due to his own problems.]

It was a month ago and I still haven't explained it?

[He shakes his head, laughing at himself lightly. He'll just crash on the nearest seat.]

Long story short, I was on a crew of the last survivors from a string of destroyed worlds. We were meant to be protected cargo, but the original crew's slaughter meant we had to fight. You were there, briefly.

[He look up again, awkward.]

There was a corruptive influnce I failed to protect myself against, even with forewarning. It used my insecurity against me and I hit you. Hard.

[He rubs at his own neck.]

And you're saying sorry for it's influence?

[Bro, no. It's still not his fault.]

It wasn't your fault. And I'm pretty sure my younger self felt the same way.

Not everyone around me agreed.

[He shook his head, yanking his shirt collar to the side. A jagged scar marked his collarbone now.]

I was in training to fight that kind of influence, and I didn't take it seriously enough. There was an identical mark on the other you---it could've been your heart if my aim had been accurate. When I woke up, it was the first thing I saw.

[Scars are common among them, even ones that can't be seen plain as day.]

You can train forever and ever and sometimes something gets thrown in and we don't see it.

[As he showed his own, the black ranger lifted up his shirt, revealing a very large burn across his chest. If Billy were to look closely, he could see the outline of hands in the center.]

[Billy looked down to inspect the mark. Ouch. Something that severe had to have taken quite a while to heal---and it was a big event, he was sure. He looks back up, understanding and worry in his expression.]

What scorched you?

More like a who.

[Even with the moments when he had lost memories, that one he can remember clear as day: Makoto's powers getting out of control and she could've destroyed the entire town because of that. Sure what he did was stupid but at least it snapped her out of it and saved everyone there.]

It wasn't their fault, the power was out of control that time.

Like me.

[Billy looked sad for a moment, then inhaled.]

The person who had to do this. Were they your friend?

You can say that.

[Friend, girlfriend, who knows how to describe her.]

What else would you say, if not friend?

Something else.

[Ehehehehe, nope not telling. ~~Maybe if someone gets him drunk~~]

Business partner? Punching bag?

...future girlfriend.

[Don't mind him covering his face. A sixteen/five hundred year old woman shocked him so hard he lost a chunk of his memory for awhile. Yeah, it's something.]

[He smiles, though it quickly turns sour, knowing what was likely to have happened.]

...you miss her, huh?

A part of me does but another is glad that she's back home. I don't wish this even on my worse enemy.

[That and well...worst enemy would try to blow the place up.]

I don't either, but...I have to admit, the selfish part of me is grateful that we don't face this alone.

[It's been too long since he's actually had a friend from home to talk to about everything. Almost two years since he's been home and a year and a half since being back on Earth.]

It's not selfish to think that.

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