He’s watching Reed, who’s staring with a kind of entranced smile into nothing. “Reed?” Slade asks. The man doesn’t answer. “Reed, can you hear me?” Reed turns his head slowly until he’s staring at Slade, blood running over his lips, dripping on the table. “I died,” Reed says. “I know. I went back into a memory to save—” “And it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” “What did you see?” Slade asks. “I saw…” He struggles to put it into words. “Everything.” “I don’t know what that means, Reed.” “Every moment of my life. I was rushing through this tunnel that was filled with them, and it
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