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I can feel them.
In the hallways, at meals.
Weightless pressure on my back, on my side, pressing on the back of my mind.
During training, on missions.
A ghostly presence never far, just flickering in the corner of my eye.
When I talk with Red, shoot pool with Marie.
I can smell the pain and the fire, just out of reach.
When watching TV, heading to bed.
I can feel them pass over me, warm like the sun.
While asleep, and when awake,
I feel myself unconsciously turning toward that red fire.
Sometime soon, somewhere close,
They will be too much, and I will reach for that fire.
To join with it, or to burn in it,
Combustion is inevitable.
I can feel *him*.