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legitimate experience. Think about it! What if memories can be passed between generations?”
    “It’s impossible,” Eight protested weakly.
    “What if it’s not?” Ninety-Nine returned, her voice bold with authority.
    “Why him? Why now?”
    “I can’t answer that. It’s genetic in orign but something has triggered it. Maybe the relief of signing the truce was like releasing a floodgate? Or maybe there was something at Grand Cross? There are literally thousands of possibilities, each as likely as the last.”
    “But whatever’s bothering him, the memories and the headaches and the nightmares, they’re increasing? Aren’t they?” Eight inquired, observing a sudden pulse of nervousness spasm through Ninety-Nine. “They are,” Eight declared succinctly, her voice deadened by conviction. “He’s been reclusive. Absent. He’s left the negotiating with the rebels to people the rebels don’t respect. I almost think he’s trying to sabotage the process.”
    “Don’t say that,” Ninety-Nine said reproachfully. “However, the timing of his symptoms with the implementation of the truce are intertwined. I believe that the memories that Seven is inheriting are a preamble to something.”
    “As if the past has begun to seep out of him. A leak sprung in a dam, starting the moment the truce was signed,” Eight agreed, staring at Seven’s revolving DNA strand with a renewed interest.
    “It’s a timer,” Ninety-Nine concurred.
    “Which begs the question: what happens when the dam bursts open? What happens when these memories have served their purpose, to weaken or strengthen the only person the rebels will listen to?” Eight asked, her inquiry filling the empty room and being left unanswered. “What will Seven do then?”
     
    Seven put a comforting hand on Eight’s trembling shoulder. He squeezed and the pressure was enough to jar Eight back into her senses. The Cobalt Imaging Pavilion, steeped in darkness and dust, glowered back at Eight.
    “Are you okay?” Seven asked.
    “I...I don’t know,” she admitted, disturbed by the jumble of images and words being processed by her brain. “I think I remember something, but it’s all slipping away,” she turned her back on the pavilion and fled the building. Seven, keeping pace with her, followed until they were both outside. Eight’s attention was stolen by the expanse of the empty campus and the city that surrounded it. Every inch, every stone, all of it dead.
    “Earlier, before I found you, I thought I remembered something,” Seven confessed, trying to make her feel better. “I hardly remember it. It was so pristine at the time, but now it’s fuzzy, like a wet picture in my mind.” Drawing himself up to his full height, as if rediscovering a hidden courage, Seven beckoned for Eight to follow him. “Come on, we need to find something that we can use. Shelter, or food, or anything,” he insisted. Eight allowed him to take the lead. She decided that the reprieve from responsibility might calm her battered nerves.
    Again, they fell into silence. Seven led them out of Demna Clay University and in a direction they hadn’t come from. Soon they were well within the metropolitan streets of the city, abandoned as it was. Eight’s mind processed her memory, the discussion with the woman she called Ninety-Nine and something related to Seven. A truce, negotiations, stalled attempts to permanently end a deadly war...
    They had been a part of it.
    From the neglect that the city had suffered, their efforts had been in vain. A tragedy had befallen a settlement that was still formidable, still intimidating even from the grave. If they had failed to stop a war, then how was it that they were still alive long after that failure?
    Since she didn’t know the extent of Seven’s memory, she kept her knowledge to herself. It might all be the ramblings of a tired, dazed woman if she didn’t have the facts to conclusively support anything she haphazardly remembered. A