“Itaroknos…” [i]Where have I heard that word before?[/i]

The Fireen’s eyes widened as he looked upon the scarred tissue, burned in a pattern he knew all too well. That was his handiwork. If he didn’t know any better he’d swear he’d put it there. Burned it into the creature’s flesh. But this creature was one he had never seen before, and he’d definitely have remembered fighting it. Yet Fury did not only see with his eyes, he perceived something more primal, something far less malleable than the shell on the surface. He felt something familiar. Fury fought frequently, most of his battles were unworthy of note, but they blurred the edges of those that were. It was not so simple for him to make the leap required to understand what was happening. The memory was just out of reach, frustratingly so.

“What did they look like, then, these people who saved you?” His question seemed far away, as far away as his eyes. Fixed on the past as they were.