Flashes of fire, yelling. The warm smile of Caitlyn, his wife. Meeting with executives, dealing out his volunteer work, for the sake of adventure. Caitlyn's soft touch as she grips his hand while she lies on the bed beside him. Explosions, the thudding rumble of rubble crushing the ground. People, yordles, everything, running, fighting, killing. The warnings of a new threat, a threat large enough to wipe out the population of Valoran.
Then, watching as his beloved partner falls beside him, her hand outstretched towards him, her hair flaying through the air as her body comes into contact with the ground. He runs towards her, yelling her name at the top of his lungs, only to be thrown back through the air by a sudden explosion at his feet.
Depression, heartbreak. Nothing in life seems to help him cope. Desperate to run away, from his mess of a life, he volunteers for cryogenic preservation; a deep sleep that can only result in death, or the start of a brand new future. The war didn't mean anything to him; why would he care?
The last memory: Walking into the cold mouth of a metallic pod, allowing the metal to close around him with hiss. Then darkness. Nothing but darkness.
As the memories still rack continue to rack his soul, Ezreal cries out, his voice reverberating throughout the chamber with an increased volume.
Everybody else, the researchers, the scientists, the funders, simply look on in pity or indifference; such a reaction was to be expected from a cryogenic sleep subject. The real test was if he could handle the stress and move on to a new life, or cave in on himself, the will to live completely done away with, becoming nothing but a failed experiment.
Several minutes pass, and he continues in this state, crying, yelling. Then several minutes more pass, this time with nothing but silence. Silence still ensues, everybody in the room waiting for his response, his decision, the result.
Ezreal breathes deeply; Within those few minutes, wrestling with himself, Ezreal had come to a compromise with himself. He knew that if he continued to live in the past, his life now would only be as bad as it was back then. He was a new man, in a new age. He now accepted that.
Finally, the former explorer raises his head, and with eyes burning with the fire of determination, he states his decision.
"Alright. What do you want me to do?"
A sigh of relief could be heard from every person in the room.