“Are you alright?” John asks innocently.
A freshly dead John, just after being defeated by his denizen, is scorned into your memory. Your best friend, gone, and you couldn’t do anything to save him.
An intense battle to take down Jack Noir passes behind your eyes. You’re fighting alongside Bro. You thought you could win, especially with Bro. Bro never lost. Bro always protected you. Bro was always there.
Images of dead Bro flood your memories.
You can still feel his blood soaked in your feathers. Still feel the searing pain of having your wing cut off. Still feel the uncomfortable pull of wounds not properly healed.
The emptiness left by the absence of Bro.
You feel the confusion, wondering what’s going to happen to you. There can’t be two Daves. There’s never been more than two in a stable timeloop...if there is more than one Alpha, that’s when dead Daves start piling up.
You don’t want to die.
Fear grips your inside. Insecurity plagues you.
You weren’t strong enough. You could die at any moment. You are useless. You let John die. You let Bro die.
You constantly live the feeling of misplacement, now that you realize you arn’t the Alpha Dave. The main Dave. The “real” Dave.
You wonder if you ever mattered. If you still matter. You wonder if there is happiness for you. You stop wondering. It doesn’t do you any good.
“M’fine,” you mumble and fly away.