//Bristol's POV
Sometimes I wonder what goes on inside Matt's head. Why is he so... quiet? Seems like PTSD. Arin and I were just kinda hugging in bed and looking up at the ceiling. I could probably read Matt's mind. I walked over to the couch and started looking into his head. I was surprised what I found.
//Matt's POV, about 7 years ago
"De Santis?" I shot up and looked around. The commander waved at me. "You've been here for 5 days." Celebratory mission." I walked out and grabbed my swords. "Never killed a man, Private? Now's your time to shine." I was nervous. I got onto the back of Staff Sargent Omar's bike and he drove.
We parked at a back alley. It was gloomy and... eugh, dusty. An angel stood in front of us. Completely unaware. Omar gave me the mark. I ran, jumped and sliced at him, spilling blood everywhere. I landed in front of the carcass, looking around. "Shit that was..."
//Bristol's POV
I rubbed my head. Reading his mind was difficult but... I understand now. Matt looked over at me. "Daisy, are you okay?" I sighed and walked over to the home bar and poured myself a gin and tonic and drank it. "I am now." I glanced over at him and sat on a stool. Hazel still wasn't here. Which is a bad sign. Arin sat on the couch and laid back. "Daaaisy, what's wrong?" Arin smiled. "I'm worried."
//Mat's POV, about 7 years ago
I sat in the barracks, looking around. I felt good and bad at the same time. My hands were covered in blood. But it was the blood of our enemy. Was it worth it?
Walking to the sink slowly, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror. This was what I was moulded into. A murderer. A machine for killing. Nothing but a tool to do all the dirty work. I cleaned myself up and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling and contemplating life. Why am I here? What is my purpose on the Overworld..? I sighed and laid a hand on my chest. My god I feel like I'm gonna throw up. Eh, I'll just... toilet.
//Daisy's POV, present day
Wow, Matt has a lot of bad memories. Maybe that's why he's so quiet. He mumbles to himself occasionally. I don't think he knows that I know. "Daisy." Arin whispered. "Is... is everything okay?" He looked at me, smiling cautiously. "Anything bothering you?" I shook my head and sighed. "Just... him." I pointed to Matt and inhaled sharply. "I'm seeing inside his head."
"You know, Daisy, there are not many people like you in this world. We need to treasure and protect you with our lives." Arin chuckled happily.
"And so you shall." I chuckle lightly. "I will resume. You just... you do your thing."
//Mat's Brain, Memory 612BQ3R7
My most treasured of memories. The day I met my colleague. Not many days were like this, we were soulmates. Not that I believe in crap like that, but... we clicked straight away. She chuckled. "So, de Santis. What's your position?"
"Commando. Worked with the BAAF* for a while, so that was kinda fun. So now we're in the RDA°, I feel like we should get to know each other."
We talked for... quite some time. I'd say maybe half an hour, then caught a few hours of sleep to be woken up and sent to eat and then to go on our first mission together. Blackhawk.
//Note from Sam
BAAF is the Bureau of Anti-Angel Force.
RDA is the Royal Demon Army.
//Matt's Head, Memory 721HA4Z5
Ooh, another favourite. The school talent show. I did the most dangerous thing that night and ended up winning.
I picked up the ball. Near was a lighter. On the other side of the stage, a basketball hoop and beneath, a bucket of water. My plan: to light the basketball on fire, score a 3-pointer with a fireball and have the fireball be put out in the bucket.
And it worked.
I was literally THE most popular dude in school for the entirety of the year. Then John Wilkens did a collaberation with me where we set our hands on fire and did a secret handshake. It burned them but hey, the scars were damn well worth it.
