Savvywalker



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    On June 17th, 2017, Ilya Rozanov is declared dead following the crash of Air Canada Flight 11040.

    On June 24th, he comes back to life.

    Shane spends the intervening week on a silent retreat, more or less.

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    08 May 2026

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    The look on Shane’s face, even blurry and partially obscured by smoke, confirms everything Ilya had been thinking. He can hear an awful, keening sound, and realises with a shock that it’s coming from him. And fuck, it only serves to make Shane’s face crumple even more.

    I have never been in a plane crash. A singular plane malfunction, in anyone’s lifetime, even someone who flies as much as him, is an anomaly. Two? Two fucking crashes? Those odds aren’t even worth calculating. Almost impossible. 

    He can hear Sveta’s voice in his head, Russian, sweet and warm like the honey tea her mother used to make for him: You don’t need to tempt fate, Ilyusha, she already has such horrid plans for you. 

    Or: The Centaurs’ plane crashes. Again. Shane has to decide what’s worse— Almost dying, or actually surviving.

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    30 Apr 2026

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    The first sound Ilya hears is a thin, discordant symphony of beeps and whirs. Something vibrating. 

    The next thing he hears is…wet. A sort of shaking, gargling sound, that feels like the ugliest crying he’s ever heard. And through it, Shane’s voice. 

    “I’m with him now, mom. He’s— he’s not fine. He’s not. I know—”

    Ilya wants to ask who's not fine, but he can’t feel his own body, his mouth, enough to ask.

    “Yeah,” Shane is saying, only slightly calmer. “I know. He wasn’t breathing—"

    Ilya knows there's a link, between the clinical musicality of medical settings, Shane’s audible, awful distress, and his own physical incapacity. It’s just, it’s so tenuous, and the air around him is so thick, so heavy. It would be easy, to sleep, a little. 

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    Footage of the last game between Ottawa and Montreal is everywhere; it’s breached containment from the sports world, and now it seems like everyone is baying for Montreal’s blood. Except, Ilya is oblivious. Not exactly blissfully so, but as the fight for accountability within the league rages on without him, Ilya just wants someone, anyone, to tell him what happened.

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    04 Apr 2026

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    Ilya is used to handling things on his own. It’s easier that way.
    Shane is halfway across the world when things go wrong, which means it doesn’t really matter anyway.
    Hayden, for reasons that are not entirely clear to either of them, disagrees.

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    29 Mar 2026

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    “Alcohol is a blood thinner, you realize. You shouldn’t be giving him that.”

    “Well, we just cut his fuckin leg off, so we figured he deserved a little treat,” Marlow snapped.

    Ilya blinked. He stared down at his leg. Wrapped in a torn jersey and tied off with a belt. Also, it ended just past his knee.

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    or: The Boston Raiders plane goes down sometime in November, 2016

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    03 Mar 2026