Nash stares in confusion at the destroyed, barren landscape before him. The home he once knew lies in ruins before him. Not the type usually confused type, Nash feels strange about the entire situation. He's not sure if it's just the confusion running through his veins or if he's actually feeling something because everything he knows is gone. His mother, his father, their home. It's all gone. Besides them though, Nash doesn't really care about the rest of the city. He'd never been a popular kid at school, far too smart and way too weird to be accepted into any social circles. He'd been lucky that Jay befriended him long ago and stuck by him. He always supposed it was because Jay was a bit of an outcast himself, just a lot more able to function in society. Well, at least Jay could talk. Nash barely ever spoke unless he was completely comfortable with someone, which was a rare event.
Still, Starlight City is all he's even known. The little house on a hill with a nice yard, and that large oak tree in the front had been his home for his entire sixteen years of life. Hell, he's pretty certain he was born in that house, just based off the other strange things his mother did.
Gone. Gone. Gone. The word rings through his head, reminding him of the waste before him, as if he needs a reminder with his eyes glued open as he further takes in the landscape. He needs to devour every detail, because that's just the way his mind works. The others are saying something, but he can't make out the words as he focuses on taking apart the ruble before him and examining the ruined city. His mind instantly begins working on calculations for the trajectory and size of the meteor, just for something to do. It's a bit of a stim for him; where others bite their nails or run the back of their neck (like Connor) when in distress, Nash started calculating things. He'd calculate the weight of a lady bug based on how much a lead moved when landed upon to make him feel better when talking to people, although it never helped.
I'm doing it again, he tells himself, trying to focus on the situation on hand. They can figure out the rest later, together, because all they have left is each other. A strange light from the corner of his eye catches his attention, then it is soon accompanied by another, then another: green, blue, red, violet. He sees the colors, then a sharp pain splits his skull, like the mother of all headaches, causing his legs to go out from under him. He falls to the ground, helpless and immobilized by the pain, and notices an orange glow surrounding his own body. Almost as quickly as the whole thing started though, it's over and the pain subsides along with the glow.
What's happening to us?, he asks himself.
And for the first time in his life, Nash doesn't have an answer.