Well, they blew up over Germany somewhere." Dick pauses mid bite, the stale biscuit crumbling to bits in his suddenly dry mouth. An image flashes across his mind, vivid flames licking an engine until it exploded - bits of propeller tearing into chutes, into men, into Nix as he plummets towards the unforgiving ground. He hears himself apologize, automatic and lacking inflection because Dick is still caught in the tendrils of a different universe where Nix didn't make it back.
Might finish this tonight!
โฆ or tomorrow!
โฆ.. maybe Thursday? ๐
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