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[Firo's leaving 1246 Williams Road late in the morning when he spots his regain. Outwardly, the car's nothing too remarkable. Except that the sides are badly scratched and the windshield is mostly broken. The thing's definitely been through the wringer.]

What the-? This thing..?

[It's not even his, unless... The sudden presence of the car has Firo a little unnerved. He knows he's seen this before, and he's pretty sure it's Szilard's. That brings up a question: why did he regain it?]

The hell is goin' on here..?

[He growls and marches to the vehicle. Though this is worrying him- he's been trying to just forget about Szilard- he's going to do his best not to show it.

After a few moments of slowly circling the car, he attempts to push it into the street. It stays stubbornly in place. Passers-by might see Firo glaring resentfully at the car before kicking it in the tire. He'll be alternating between attempting to move it and anxiously examining it.

He's not Szilard, Mayfield's must just be trying to mess with him.]

[Phone]

[A little later in the day, Firo picks up the phone. Trying to sound casual, he asks:]

Hey, have any of you ever gotten somethin' from Mayfield that's... not exactly yours?

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[That sounds a lot like what he didn't want to hear. There's a pause, and his voice is more cautious when he speaks.]

...Yeah? What do ya mean by that?

I thought I was someone else, when it turns out I wasn't. It's... complicated.

How does that-?

[He stops, realizing he'll probably never wrap his head around it even if she does explain it.]

If ya don't wanna get into it, that's fine. It does sound kinda complicated.

No, it's OK. I think I'm getting over it slowly.

[There's a pause on the other side, before she continues on.]

I used to think I was this normal girl, but it turns out that before I lost my memories, I used to be a superheroine who turned bad. I started getting these weird things in the mail since I've been here; most of it seems to belong to her. And then some other person from my world said that I was her.

I think he's right too.

[Firo's silent for nearly a minute after hearing all that. He's not sure what to make of it. It sounds terrible for her, and the implications seem to give him more cause to worry about Szilard.]

That's crazy...

What makes ya think he's right? Maybe it's a mistake.

I look a lot like her. And I've lost all my memories of my life due to an "accident" that I can't even remember. I trusted my...dad when he explained everything to me when I woke up. But now, now I'm not so sure anymore whether he was telling me the truth about who I really am.

Oh.

[There's not anything comforting he can think of to say to that. Eventually, he mumbles an expression of disbelief.]

...If he's your dad he shouldn't lie to ya like that.

[But "shouldn't" definitely doesn't mean "wouldn't," and Firo has to concede that.]

I'd like to think he lied, just so that I don't have to face up to the reality of what I did. My dad's an awesome guy, and he never does anything without a good reason. I, I think he didn't tell me the truth, because he knew I wouldn't be able to handle it.

...It was that bad?

[She doesn't seem like a bad person at all, nothing at all like somebody capable of some terrible deed.]

Yeah. I did some horrible things back then. And eventhough I tried to make up for it, I don't think I can ever take it back.

Nobody can take what they do back, it's useless to try.

Still... Most people I know wouldn't even try to make up for it. I'm not sure if it's good or bad, but at least you're doin' somethin'.

...thanks.

Did you get something back in the mail too?

Hey, no problem. You sound like a nice kid.

[He sighs.]

Yeah, some busted up car from some asshole back home.

[That explains the question then.]

...well, I don't think you're a bad person either.

Uh... Thanks.

[He knows that she doesn't know what's going on, but it is sort of comforting. At least he doesn't seem as awful as Szilard.]

What was your name?

My name is Ta-

...my name is Terra.

["Ta-"? Should he ask? Probably not.]

Nice meetin' you, Terra. I'm Firo Prochainezo.

It's nice to meet you too Firo.

And hey, good luck with that... atoning stuff.

I'm going to need more than luck, but thanks anyway.

And I hope that you don't let whatever you got bring you down. Someone told me it's all about what you do now, not what you've done. I actually think that sounds kinda cheesy, but I think he's right.

If you need help... It's not like I got much else to do in this dump.

[He laughs.]

Yeah, it does sound cheesy. But I kinda like it; the past is past, right?

Yeap, I'm not going to let it drag me down. If I did, I'll never be strong enough to be my own person ever again.

Thanks for the offer; I'll call ya if I need it. I've got your back too Firo.

That's a good way to look at it!

Alright. Thanks.

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