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Sept 12, 2017 15:21:55 GMT -6
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"I'm okay, I'm okay," Aiden reassured her, pushing himself sideways so he was at least sitting in the chair and not awkwardly sprawled across it face-first. "And even if I was bleeding, you'd just have to turn snow on in here."
Of course, that would lead to him fainting afterwards, most likely, and probably stressing out Maya even if he warned her and she remembered whatever she had previously known about that little side effect. It was primarily Cafas who had had to deal with it, after all. Maybe he should have trained with more people? Not something he could change now. He couldn't change the past no matter how much he wanted to. But he could change what he did from now on...
as long as they didn't expect him to hit them.
"I guess you could call it camping. West coast branch, arctic training in Alaska. Pretty remote, up in a big chunk of mountains. Fly-in only. Out on a glacier. But we'd been there for a few days without anything happening, and I only sort of remember that something happened. But if we make the Danger Room full of snow, you might have to wait for me to wake up afterwards."
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Aiden Killian
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