Email to Moira from Bridge
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From: Bridge, G.W.
Glass. Grass. I really don't want to know, do I? Just promise me you'll be careful, Moira. I've seen Nate lose control of his telekinesis before. I mean, yeah, we were actually intending to blow up that factory in Fuyang, but it would have been nice to get to a safe distance first.
I don't know quite what to tell you about when this all started. Dom and I were trying to figure that out ourselves. I suppose it was May of last year that we noticed he wasn't sleeping. Not that he tends to stay particularly well-rested under the best of circumstances, but I'm talking about him going for days at a time without sleeping. He wouldn't talk about what was bothering him, of course. You know his stone-faced act as well as I do. I brushed it off as the usual bad shit he's carrying around in his head getting a little restless. Probably shouldn't have done that, huh?
Couple of months after that, something went wrong on a recon in Tibet (I don't know if you've gotten the story out of him yet; that's probably something else he needs to talk about). We all sort of figured the problems that came after were due to that, until Dom started doing the math. The blackouts didn't start until later... or at least we didn't catch him having them until later. By then it was pretty clear that something was seriously wrong.
That's about all I can tell you, and seriously, Moira, I'm getting pissed off all over again about it just typing this. I think I could come to terms with him not telling me what was happening - God knows, getting the stubborn bastard to admit he's got a problem is like pulling teeth - but he came so fucking close to getting himself killed. I really thought we'd lost him in Tibet...
I appreciate the updates. Tell him to behave from me, okay? I'll see if I can't fly into New York for a day or two in a couple of weeks to see him. Should be safe enough if I'm careful.
G.W.
From: Bridge, G.W.
Glass. Grass. I really don't want to know, do I? Just promise me you'll be careful, Moira. I've seen Nate lose control of his telekinesis before. I mean, yeah, we were actually intending to blow up that factory in Fuyang, but it would have been nice to get to a safe distance first.
I don't know quite what to tell you about when this all started. Dom and I were trying to figure that out ourselves. I suppose it was May of last year that we noticed he wasn't sleeping. Not that he tends to stay particularly well-rested under the best of circumstances, but I'm talking about him going for days at a time without sleeping. He wouldn't talk about what was bothering him, of course. You know his stone-faced act as well as I do. I brushed it off as the usual bad shit he's carrying around in his head getting a little restless. Probably shouldn't have done that, huh?
Couple of months after that, something went wrong on a recon in Tibet (I don't know if you've gotten the story out of him yet; that's probably something else he needs to talk about). We all sort of figured the problems that came after were due to that, until Dom started doing the math. The blackouts didn't start until later... or at least we didn't catch him having them until later. By then it was pretty clear that something was seriously wrong.
That's about all I can tell you, and seriously, Moira, I'm getting pissed off all over again about it just typing this. I think I could come to terms with him not telling me what was happening - God knows, getting the stubborn bastard to admit he's got a problem is like pulling teeth - but he came so fucking close to getting himself killed. I really thought we'd lost him in Tibet...
I appreciate the updates. Tell him to behave from me, okay? I'll see if I can't fly into New York for a day or two in a couple of weeks to see him. Should be safe enough if I'm careful.
G.W.
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Subject: well, holy shit...
Date: 2004-03-27 09:44 am (UTC)Doesn't surprise me that he's leery about letting you share a vision, though, even with the link. Hell, he's never liked to talk about his precognition. Only reason I ever found out about it was because I drank him under the table that one night early on in our partnership and he got all chatty. But I'm not about to start telling you what you should or shouldn't do, so don't worry. I make it a policy not to argue with someone who's smarter than I am.
If you managed to get details about Tibet out of him, you're winning the 'let's see who's more stubborn' contest, so I'll settle for cheering you on (and reminding you to call me if you need me). Enjoy the vacation, and I'll see you when I make it to New York.
G.W.