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Magnus stared at the Chalice on the table. It had shown him many things. Things he could change. He could save Julia.
But it had also shown him so much static. Years and years worth of missing time; missing memories.
More years than he should, as a human, have to be missing.
Something had been bothering him since they had gotten to Refuge. He glanced out the window of the astral version of the Davey Lamp, to where the statue would be if it wasn’t just grey mist.
He looked at the girl in front of him, something familiar about her lingering in his mind. He then looked to the other two at the table before focusing on her again. “June?”
“Yes, Magnus?”
“Can you show me the…missing memories again?
“I…don’t see why you want to see them again. You won’t be able to see anything.”
“Please. Just take me through the, again. Slowly.”
”What are you getting at, buddy?” Merle asks, frowning. Taako is also giving him a strange look.
“Don’t worry about it. It won’t change my answer. I just need to see it again…something…something bothered me.” He looked at June again. “Can you?”
“I suppose.” She closed her eyes for a moment and Magnus blinked and there was only him and June again. “How far back?”
“Shortly after they start…or before it ends..? this end of the static.”
She nods and runs through his recent memories again; he closes his eyes through the time with Julia. And then there is the static. He watches it closely, because things, while fuzzy, and static, can be seen.
“Wait!” He throws a hand out to stop June and she pauses, letting the static filled memory play out.
He sees a wooden duck; one of his, though he doesn’t remember making it.
He sees the voidfish; only a little smaller.
He sees a blue book floating in the tank.
He sees gentle hands reach out to steady him.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, listening.
“God, Magnus, no…” it statics out but he knows that voice. “I’m so sorry Magnus.”
“The Director?” he is frowning but he strains to wear words from the static again.
“Just for a little bit…stop this…what we’ve done…just for a little while…you’ll remember, I promise…” it statics, and magnus realizes it is his own words that are gone. “I can do this…lie down…I love you, Magnus.”
And something inside Magnus clicks. Everything is still static filled, but he remembers meeting June. He remembers being saved and holding the chalice.
And he remembers her, tears streaming down her face, only ten years ago and yet, much, much younger then it is now.
And even though he had said his answer wouldn’t change, he isn’t thinking as he reaches out and takes the chalice from June.
The whole world spins and slips sideways, he knows this feeling. This feeling of being pulled apart and reformed. Made younger.
He sits up in bed and reaches for the figure that had been beside him when he fell asleep the night before. But Lucertia is gone.
Lucretia is gone. But Magnus remembers now.