The feelings of the past swarm him, encapsulating his whole being in the feeling of grief. Only for the memory to keep playing. His legs still moving, his past self still going. Action after action without a sign of giving up.
"It's been so long since I've experienced this memory. I even went that far. Despite what was thrown at me I kept going'' His mind continues to watch over the memory unfolding.
"Why have i stopped, why have i given up" His resolve starts to swim throughout him invigorating his being with a humm.
The memory continues, his legs move at full pelt despite the pleading burns of exhaustion ringing through his muscles. Turning a corner a familiar face is seen accompanied by the usual long brown haircut.
"I appreciate you showing up Damien" Blake says as they both start to run with a greater sense of urgency.
