The Boy from the Bunker - Season 6

Episode Six, Part 2:

Episode Six, Part 2:
No Maps of the Past

The saints go marching out with their faces full of doubt that we meant the
promises. Well, I can't remember if we did. I'm trying to find my way back
to where we started, but my tired mind holds no maps of the past.

With Kodiak and Chessca on the far side of the room, it left Sol and Wynn alone to find their way towards each other. She could tell who out of them was the most afraid; who had the most to lose, but she knew it would be a close call. 

Wynn bit on his lip, unable to hold it off any longer and began to close the distance between them, stopping just a few feet away from her. 

"Hey," he breathed out. It felt like it was the first time he had ever spoken to her, and he was full of anxiety, unsure where to start or what to do. 

"Hey," Sol whispered back, already noticing that he was less confident now that he wasn't putting on the front of pretending to be a guard. 

"Uh, I guess you're waiting on me to give you a memory," he mumbled to himself, searching his brain for something that mattered. 

"Yep," chuckled nervously. "I'm kind of counting on you for one... How did you do it before?" 

"Our debts," Wynn said, raising his hand up in the space between them to reveal her initials. 

"Why are they called debts?" Sol asked. "What do they mean? Is it all the people from our clan?" 

"No," Wynn shook his head. "There's almost 200 people in our clan, and you have about 13 from what I recall." 

It was another confirmation to Sol that he was telling the truth: he knew the exact number of initials she had on her body, and she had no doubt that if she asked him to, he could probably name them all. She wasn't even sure if Chessca could do that. 

"They're the people we owe our lives to. The people we are in debt to," he said. "If someone's saved you in a way you can't repay, the people of Basilisk get their initials tattooed onto them so that every time they see it, they're reminded of who got them to today; who they're still alive because of." 

"How did you get yours?" Sol asked. "You and me - how did we get each other's?" 

"I didn't really have a choice," Wynn smiled to himself, keeping his eyes set on her initials rather than just looking at her. "I woke up in the medic tent after being knocked out for hours, and you had tattooed it onto me. It was the first one I got; most people have their's on their arms, ankles or collar bones, but you stuck yours right on my hand," he laughed at her. "I was pretty beat up from what happened that my hand was the safest place to put it at the time, and you wanted to make a point that I was in debt to you, so you didn't wait." 

"But I'm in debt to you as well." 

"Yeah," Wynn nodded. "That story Kodiak told you about you being out in the DeadLands for days; everyone thought you were dead, but I went and found you. I brought you home. I saved your life," he whispered the last part, not wanting to turn it into a tale of how heroic he had been. "The story's a bit more complicated than that, but the others found us and we recovered in my Bunker until we were ready to head back home. When I woke up, you were quick to come in and find me; you couldn't wait any longer for me to write my initials on your hand, just like you'd already done to me." 

Sol let out a heavy sigh, unable to hide what she was feeling from Wynn. Even after all this time, he could stick pick up on her emotions in an instant.