#sindro

Sindro: Give me your hands... I’m gonna show you a trick, okay? I realize it’s a scary thing... to lose your memories and to lose yourself, even if it’s just for a second. And it’s often one of the trickier questions in life that we don’t know how to deal with. “How do I know I’m me? What or Who am I? What am I meant to do?”

 Funny thing is, sometimes, you don’t have to answer these questions with a lecture... You know when we wake up somewhere we don’t know or when we are really questioning ourselves, the first thing a lot of people do is look at their hands. 

*Holds Zep’s hands* It seems silly at first, doesn’t it? *Smiles* And yet we do it anyway... That’s because it’s instinct, and you know something, instinct’s probably the most powerful form of memory that we have... And our hands, are basically the symbol of memories of the self. 

Lemme show you why... Look at your hands again... Good. Look at the front hand, then the back hand... See that movement? We do that to make sure that we’re still alive and that our body is still ours. 

Tighten your fist... see your knuckles whiten? See that slight trembling? That’s when you’re angry at yourself for feeling like you’re not doing enough to make a difference, and when you try your best to hang on to doing the right thing. *Cue flashback of Zep punching his fist against the wall in a stressful situation and flashback of Zep restraining himself from lashing out at an asshole because he knew nothing good could come from it*

Rub your hands against your face... That cold sensation, that slight twinge of sad memories? Those were times when you’ve lost someone... *Cue flashback of Zep alone in a room, burying his face in his hands* Times when you felt things were too much for you to handle... *Cue memory Zep holding onto his head as he tries to collect himself from an impossible situation*

Give me your hands... No no, come on, there’s one last thing you gotta know about your hands. This is important. *Takes Zep’s hands and clasp them together... then clasps them with his own hands*

Remember this...? The warmth of someone who cares. The memory of all the times you held someone’s hand... In times of kindness. *Cue memory of Zep helping someone who was bullied off from the ground at the military academy*

Hope. *Cue memory of Zep holding onto a refugee’s shoulder to reassure them*

Friendship. *Cue memory of Zep shaking hands with his teammate*

Strength. *Cue memory of Zep helping someone up from a cliff ledge* 

Love... *Cue memory of Zep as a child sleeping in Sindro’s arms*