It's strange. But he knows the voice the minute it cuts the air. Byeong-Lee's head snapped up, expecting the face to be someone he's known for years. Someone he's known his whole life and just now reconnected with at long last. But the man standing in the doorway, though familiar looking, is not someone that he knows. At least, he doesn't think he does. But apparently he's not alone in his experience.
Blinking, he tries to think about every place he might have known this man. But he's coming up with blanks. Looking over his file, even the name seems deeply unfamiliar. Sergent John Robeson.
'That's not his name," his mind provides. 'That's not the name you knew him by'.'
He shakes it off. He's had thoughts like that before. Alien, foreign thoughts that cripple him every now and again when he sees something or someone. It had taken a lot of work to get them managed, but now it's like he's starting from scratch again. All because of this strange man, standing in his doorway.
He's not going to lie. "I...feel like we know each other. But I can't place where." He shrugs a shoulder and gestures toward his chair, needing to get on with his work before he spent the whole day staring at this sergeant (and, terrifying enough, he was pretty sure he could do it). "Have a seat," he offered. "Maybe as we talk we can figure it out a bit better."
Byeong-Lee can't take his eyes off of him. So familiar. Yet not. But that voice. He'd know that voice anywhere. It's like a puzzle piece slotting into place and soothing something raw inside of him that he hadn't even known about. But the puzzle is all grey. For now.
"Sergeant John Robeson. My name is Doctor Byeong-Lee Kim. I'm taking the place for Doctor Smith. Are you ready to begin?"
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Date: 2016-10-22 03:34 pm (UTC)Blinking, he tries to think about every place he might have known this man. But he's coming up with blanks. Looking over his file, even the name seems deeply unfamiliar. Sergent John Robeson.
'That's not his name," his mind provides. 'That's not the name you knew him by'.'
He shakes it off. He's had thoughts like that before. Alien, foreign thoughts that cripple him every now and again when he sees something or someone. It had taken a lot of work to get them managed, but now it's like he's starting from scratch again. All because of this strange man, standing in his doorway.
He's not going to lie. "I...feel like we know each other. But I can't place where." He shrugs a shoulder and gestures toward his chair, needing to get on with his work before he spent the whole day staring at this sergeant (and, terrifying enough, he was pretty sure he could do it). "Have a seat," he offered. "Maybe as we talk we can figure it out a bit better."
Byeong-Lee can't take his eyes off of him. So familiar. Yet not. But that voice. He'd know that voice anywhere. It's like a puzzle piece slotting into place and soothing something raw inside of him that he hadn't even known about. But the puzzle is all grey. For now.
"Sergeant John Robeson. My name is Doctor Byeong-Lee Kim. I'm taking the place for Doctor Smith. Are you ready to begin?"