Okay, this is a little first person bit that
I wrote up. I'm not going to tell you whose point of view, but I think it
becomes obvious after a while. Now, keep in mind, I wrote this after 1:30
a.m. one night (or, if you want to get technical, one morning) when I couldn't
sleep. So please forgive me if I ramble a little bit.
Late Night Confessions
It's late.
It's very, very late.
But I can't sleep, so I decided to come down and talk to you for a while.
Maybe it'll help me calm down.
Okay, I'm gonna come straight to the point.
Today was... bad.
It was really bad.
I feel so guilty about all this.
Maybe if I hadn't agreed with you, if I'd kept you from going in there...
Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I tend to do that when I'm excited.
Okay, let me start from the beginning.
Maybe I can jog your memory a little.
It all started when the Official called us into his office.
It always does.
It figures that you don't like that place.
You always did seem kind of squirmy in there.
Anyway, the Fat Man called us up and briefed us on our mission.
It was the usual stuff; there were these guys that were suspected of terrorism, and we were supposed to find some proof.
Basically, you were supposed to go cellophane and sneak into their headquarters while I stayed outside as backup.
God, I get awful tired of being the backup sometimes.
I mean, Bobby Hobbes was made to work in the field, not sit around in the back of some van somewhere while someone else does all the rough stuff.
Well, something went wrong.
Somehow those terrorists knew we were coming.
And they were ready.
See, they had these hostages, and they threatened to kill them if we didn't get out and leave them alone.
Now, the Official told us to get out and leave them alone.
But you didn't want to leave.
You wanted to go in after those people.
And, like a stupid idiot, I let you.
I figured they wouldn't be able to deal with an invisible man.
How was I supposed to know that Arnaud had been working with those guys?
Or that they'd have thermal goggles so they could see you?
Or that they had a bomb all set up to blow if they flipped the switch?
Anyway, a couple of minutes after you went in, the whole place blew.
Most of the hostages got out okay, but you didn't come out.
I waited and waited, but you didn't come out.
It was too hard waiting, so I went in after you.
I found you in the middle of the building.
You'd been caught in the blast.
The quicksilver had protected you from the flames and stuff, but going invisible can't protect anyone when the whole roof comes down.
There must've been some way I could've stopped this.
Oh God...
I can't stand seeing you like this.
I mean, it could've been worse, but not by much.
Sorry if I'm not making any sense, but the whole thing's just a big jumble.
You gotta come out of this coma, you hear me?
You gotta get better just so you can stick it to the Official and everyone else who thinks you won't survive this.
Can you hear me?
Are you in there, Fawkes?
Look, you've gotta get better, you've just gotta.
You're the best partner I ever had.
You're my best friend.
You're my only friend.
Look, I've really gotta go before the nurse throws me out or something.
You get better, you hear me?
Yeah.
You do.
You've got to.
Late Night Confessions
It's late.
It's very, very late.
But I can't sleep, so I decided to come down and talk to you for a while.
Maybe it'll help me calm down.
Okay, I'm gonna come straight to the point.
Today was... bad.
It was really bad.
I feel so guilty about all this.
Maybe if I hadn't agreed with you, if I'd kept you from going in there...
Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I tend to do that when I'm excited.
Okay, let me start from the beginning.
Maybe I can jog your memory a little.
It all started when the Official called us into his office.
It always does.
It figures that you don't like that place.
You always did seem kind of squirmy in there.
Anyway, the Fat Man called us up and briefed us on our mission.
It was the usual stuff; there were these guys that were suspected of terrorism, and we were supposed to find some proof.
Basically, you were supposed to go cellophane and sneak into their headquarters while I stayed outside as backup.
God, I get awful tired of being the backup sometimes.
I mean, Bobby Hobbes was made to work in the field, not sit around in the back of some van somewhere while someone else does all the rough stuff.
Well, something went wrong.
Somehow those terrorists knew we were coming.
And they were ready.
See, they had these hostages, and they threatened to kill them if we didn't get out and leave them alone.
Now, the Official told us to get out and leave them alone.
But you didn't want to leave.
You wanted to go in after those people.
And, like a stupid idiot, I let you.
I figured they wouldn't be able to deal with an invisible man.
How was I supposed to know that Arnaud had been working with those guys?
Or that they'd have thermal goggles so they could see you?
Or that they had a bomb all set up to blow if they flipped the switch?
Anyway, a couple of minutes after you went in, the whole place blew.
Most of the hostages got out okay, but you didn't come out.
I waited and waited, but you didn't come out.
It was too hard waiting, so I went in after you.
I found you in the middle of the building.
You'd been caught in the blast.
The quicksilver had protected you from the flames and stuff, but going invisible can't protect anyone when the whole roof comes down.
There must've been some way I could've stopped this.
Oh God...
I can't stand seeing you like this.
I mean, it could've been worse, but not by much.
Sorry if I'm not making any sense, but the whole thing's just a big jumble.
You gotta come out of this coma, you hear me?
You gotta get better just so you can stick it to the Official and everyone else who thinks you won't survive this.
Can you hear me?
Are you in there, Fawkes?
Look, you've gotta get better, you've just gotta.
You're the best partner I ever had.
You're my best friend.
You're my only friend.
Look, I've really gotta go before the nurse throws me out or something.
You get better, you hear me?
Yeah.
You do.
You've got to.