Nate.
Nathaniel.
This was what echoed in Miles’s mind as he finally emerged into reality, out of the depths of memory land.
Unlike the memory that had originated from Xavier, this one had been... different, to say the least.
It had felt familiar, nostalgic, and closer to home, almost as if it could have been his own experience. One that had somehow faded from his mind.
Consequently, Miles had lost himself in this inherent familiarity, completely drowning in the phantom memory.
For all intents and purposes, he had truly been Nathaniel, or at the very least, he had believed he was.
He had lived through all the events, experiencing everything.
Yes, everything.
From the emotions of anger and rage to helpless satisfaction, from the overwhelming pain of exhaustion to the agony of hav
