[There’s not much that ranks as a more personal keepsake than a lock of hair. Jason knows just enough about how magic works to know that giving someone something so intensely personal requires a huge leap of trust, and a seizing sensation locks up his chest when he sees his own name labelling hair that sure looks an awful lot like his own. He quietly stutters on a breath, blue eyes widening momentarily as he studies the display. Tim and Dick are names he recognizes, of course; the others, not so much.
It all feels a little bit like coming back from the dead and knowing the world has moved on without you, and Jason’s already experienced that once, which was one time too many, in his opinion. He’s been in Riverview a matter of days, and he’s been presented with evidence of a life that could be his but isn’t, and this understanding leaves him feeling thoroughly disoriented, like a stranger in his own life. Like a ghost who doesn’t know he’s dead and continues to walk the same paths and inhabit the same spaces he did when he was alive.]
So you wanted me to come over so you could show me your extremely creepy custom GPS, [Jason deadpans, making a show of being thoroughly unimpressed.] OK, I’ll bite - why?
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It all feels a little bit like coming back from the dead and knowing the world has moved on without you, and Jason’s already experienced that once, which was one time too many, in his opinion. He’s been in Riverview a matter of days, and he’s been presented with evidence of a life that could be his but isn’t, and this understanding leaves him feeling thoroughly disoriented, like a stranger in his own life. Like a ghost who doesn’t know he’s dead and continues to walk the same paths and inhabit the same spaces he did when he was alive.]
So you wanted me to come over so you could show me your extremely creepy custom GPS, [Jason deadpans, making a show of being thoroughly unimpressed.] OK, I’ll bite - why?