The first...whatever it was...was frightening in ways that he could not quite explain. Leo had been sitting in the break room, nursing a cup of warm coffee in the palm of his hands. He'd felt the room sway and swirl out of focus. What was this? A dream? He'd never dreamed while he was awake like this before, so he couldn't quite explain what had happened next. A memory? Maybe. It wasn't his, that was for certain.
He watched the young man in the memory through a hardened gaze, worried and nervous for the boy in the vision. He didn't really know what to think, only that he felt sorry for this boy. Somehow, though, he also felt a bit of disdain. Why hadn't this young man been stronger? What had happened in his world to change things so much, so that he couldn't do what Leo had done so easily himself?