Any warnings: Slight off 001, implied 003/009.
Yes, it's been too long, yes, thinking of ideas is hard when dealing with speeches, enjoy the drabble everone!
Just realized that I wrote an actual drabble. See? A hundred words right there.
Ivan read into minds before, but none of the memories he'd seen were anything like those of his teammates. Granted, they had been put through more than others who could live their peaceful lives, but there was something else that always set their memories apart. It wasn't as though he intentionally looked into their minds. The memories he had seen only came to him if they were thought of strongly.
When Françoise had been preparing his formula, humming a new tune to herself, he saw.
Red shoes and biplanes, red eyes…
He wouldn't inquire. He already knew what it meant.