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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Date: 2004-03-27 07:53 am (UTC)From: MacTaggart, Moira
I'm trying, G.W., but there's only so much "safe" I can be right now. (More on that in a little bit.)
*sigh* I'd beat him up for being so bloody *stubborn* but he'd just give me that sad look of his. And yes, he told me when I was trying to get it out of him why he hadn't contact me for a year.
God.
About the safe distance...I don't know if he's told you, but I think you should know.
Nate and I are, well, linked. Apparently I was the one who initiated it during a vision of his. Some strength of will, huh? It's gotten rather stronger since. He manages to put up shielding around it when the visions hit, but still...
He and I are in the middle of an untalked about debate of him letting me in on one of his visions. (Don't you start in on me too.) The more information I have...
Nathan's waking up (we're on a forced vacation, after the other day we needed to get out). I'll try to make him behave (*snort*). And he'd like seeing you guys again.
~Moira
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