[ With the fall comes a feeling of breathless exhilaration. Even in the memory, the flood of adrenaline can't be dulled. Whoops and cheers scatter across the radio soundscape, tinny to the ears. The group splinters, showing off flips and playing in the sky. Only one, small figure appears late to the fall below them.
Eggsy sees Alan, distinct from the others, and understands immediately that they've been pulled inward yet again to root around in his head — but this memory is a fine one, compromising his cover but not his sense of self. Lucky. He hears his own voice, a reassurance echoed over the comms: Good girl! Glad you could make it. ]
Oi, it's your favourite! [ him, natch. ] Remember not to worry, yeah? [ He shouts audibly, voice lacking the metallic quality of the others, even though the roar of the wind and the memory ought to drown him out. Magic is a curious thing. ]
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Eggsy sees Alan, distinct from the others, and understands immediately that they've been pulled inward yet again to root around in his head — but this memory is a fine one, compromising his cover but not his sense of self. Lucky. He hears his own voice, a reassurance echoed over the comms: Good girl! Glad you could make it. ]
Oi, it's your favourite! [ him, natch. ] Remember not to worry, yeah? [ He shouts audibly, voice lacking the metallic quality of the others, even though the roar of the wind and the memory ought to drown him out. Magic is a curious thing. ]