A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
Varian's group teleported to a far distance, to a region that even Robert and Samantha would take a while to reach.
But in doing so, they had all acquired the traces of space distortion on their bodies. Traces that couldn't just be erased as they wished.
In the situation where their safety was thrown out of the window, Varian didn't have the mind to think about the future.
He caught Enigma's weak and soft body in his arms, his arms shivering as he felt her blood drip down his skin.
"Enigma, Enigma, Enigma!"
The calm and cool man who decisively dealt with Samantha in a critical situation was nowhere to be seen. Only a scared, hurt and sad man was visible in his visage.
Tremendous lifepower poured from Varian's fingertips into Enigma and like dried up soil absorbing water, her body took in all the life force.