Junkyard Bastion

No Ones World

<Zeriah's POV><Time Could Not Be Found.>

Sooner or later, He's gonna have to tell me why he would do that. It genuinely doesn't look like he did it consciously, which is probably why half of me didn't like it, and also probably why I feel pretty guilty for giving in. What on earth even happened to him though?

I turn to Beckett, who's chatting with Orion across the cell, eating their MREs. I look closely to their lips, trying to read them. I couldn't really learn how to read lips but I've been getting better recently. They're talking about bikes it seems.

I focus on my spaghetti, trying to enjoy the flavor. Beckett pats me, and I look up at him. "I'll explain, don't worry... just come here." He walks over to the bunk beds with a curtain hanging over the ceiling for privacy probably. He sits down on the bottom bunk and gestures for me to come over.

"Look I know that was probably really weird, and you probably feel kinda grossed out?"
"I didn't."
He gives me a questioning look.
Oops. I clear my throat, "Go on."
"Well yknow those sci-fi books I always read, where the persons soul moves out of them and their body is just left there?" Is he being serious?

"Okay that just sounds fake but.. maybe if I could do it again I could prove to you I'm not lying?"
"That's not really my concern, it's kinda the fact you somehow.. well yknow, with me while you were away from your body..." I pause, "that sounds so weird.." I cover my mouth. "I-I don't know why I- well my body did that." He turns red but he attempts hides it by laying down on his side.

"Beck, yknow I don't blame you for that right?"
He sighs. "I didn't really mind, if I'm being honest." Yeah, and I liked it. A little too much.
His eyes widen at the sudden confession and I feel as if I just made a mistake. "I didn't mean to lead you on or anything, I promise." We stay silent for a little while, until something pops up in my head. Something that could explain this weird predicament.

"I think I know why your body did that." I suddenly speak up, and he turns his head. "Maybe you brought your conscious with you in the weird ghost form, but your body kept your internal thoughts or something?" He freezes, unable to answer.

Looks like I just got mine.

...

Around an hour later, (can't really keep track in here,) Beckett begins to yawn, stretching and getting ready to sleep. I look over at the other two, looks like they're already in bed. I tap Becketts arm and he doesn't move, I thought he was ignoring me but that's just his metal arm not his actual one. I pat his shoulder instead and he turns to look at me.

"You ready to sleep?" I ask him quietly. He nods, and grabs his stuff to unscrew and take off his arm. He walks back to the bunk and fidgets a bit, clearly trying to decide something.  "Something wrong?"

"No.. uh." I wave my hand for him to continue.
"I'm sorry for leading you on all these years."
His voice sounded slightly strained, and it was clear he had used a lot of courage to do that. Beckett's always been the stubborn headed type, never being open with his feelings due to some dumb pride or whatever's restraining him.

My heart still ached. I grab his arm, pulling him next to me to hug him. "It's okay.. we were both scared and naïve at the time I guess."
"No, no. I made a huge mistake." He pauses, "to you I mean."

"You always take the blame for things that aren't even your fault, and I don't want to keep hiding behind that just to feel..." He sighs, "better about myself." He grabs my hand. "I'm sorry, Zeriah." His voice became quieter with each word. How long has he been thinking of this talk? How many nights has he stayed up trying to perfect it? I could be wrong but this just gives off that feeling, the feeling when someone genuinely thinks their words through. "Beckett."