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Akihiro can't remember exactly what blew him up, doesn't remember the pain, doesn't remember hearing Laura calling out to him with worry.
He opens his eyes and sees bright blue skies with large, fluffy clouds through a thin layer of foliage. He recognizes this place–he's been here plenty of times.
It's the place he goes to die.
Rather, it's where his mind goes as his body rebuilds itself after injuries that would kill him, without the healing factor. There are times he's been here for what feels like days, other times mere seconds; it hasn't changed, though, since he was a small boy. He only hopes he stays long enough to hear her.
Perhaps, on some subconscious level, he remembers what she sounds like–hearing her voice muffled and distorted in the womb. He's never seen her–not even after Logan “showed” her to him using Xavier's telepathy–like he somehow can't trust the image given to him by a man who barely remembers her himself. In this place, she is a presence that he can feel, and hear, but never put a face to.
He smiles when he hears humming, closing his eyes again to focus on it, and to try and remember the sensation of her pulling his head into her lap. She gently strokes his head, hands soft and warm, and a floating feeling spreads through his body. He wonders absently if this was what it felt like before being born–before the pain of his life and her death. She shushes him, telling him to focus on this moment–to be here with her now– and he knows she's right.
The pain of being reborn into the real world will be terrible. It always is.