Brubaker knew he was going to die. He'd seen it ever since they took the shackles off. He saw it play out a hundred different ways, but in each one he died. It was something everyone who ever had sight had to deal with, seeing their own end. It was alarming the first time. Brubaker remembered his first premature death, he stepped off a curb too fast and got splattered by an AI delivery truck. Brubaker had forgotten what it was like to know his own demise, having been off the sight for so long. But now it was back and every scenario he saw ended up awful for him.
Colonel Keith and his brand of wackjobs hadn't said much to him since they kidnapped him. But he saw all he needed to about the man and what he does. He saw the brainwashing and how just about everyone at his compound weren't even really people anymore. He saw this as his future, saw himself loving Keith enough to blow up a space port, or to go out in a hail of bullets. He could see these outcomes as clear as he could see the cell he was in could also become his tomb should he say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing.
Which lead Brubaker to just waiting for the end, however it would come it was pretty much a certainty at this point and in that Brubaker cursed the sight for letting him see there was no way out. It was the worst part of the curse of seeing.
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