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He was pushed to this: trembling, on his knees, looking over the edge of a roof hundreds of meters tall, screaming in the rain.
It falls around him, echoes the plunge his limbs nearly drove him to – the reason he sits on his legs now. So the rain falls around him, but he does not fall, and he watches each streak of moisture as it disappears into the levels below.
He was pushed to this: broken, unrecognizable, cold in nothing but soaked blacks and too-long hair. The rain falls around him, past him and on him and crashing onto the duracrete roof beside him.
He doesn’t know why he’s up here.
He doesn’t even know his name.
