Finding Answers. Or maybe just more questions.

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The world reeled, and Wesley reeled with it. Everything -- well, whatever had been in the canister -- spread through his brain, moving like a tidal flood, sweeping away most of his consciousness with it. He wasn't aware of his hand letting go of the delivery device, but he did hear it hit the floor, the sound echoing slightly as steel hit cold tile.

He waited for the darkness to swallow him up, or at the very least to feel himself hitting the floor as well, but instead someone with strong arms caught him.

There were two sets of memories -- one real, one artificial -- and a voice in the back of his head.

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With two sets of memories separating and converging in his head, Wesley could see more clearly than ever before how each decision came with so many potential results. His mistakes were lined up for him to look at, and the fact that he could see how they'd been made didn't give him any consolation at all.

"I can't..." He swallowed, looked from the canisters to Spike. "What do you think?"

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"Guess the first question is," Spike said, picking up the delivery device, "whether whatever you just put into your head is real. I know it feels like it to you, but it could've been whipped up to drive all of you apart later on. Angel could already have been mucked with to make him say things that would make you suspicious. Why would he have let you lot get zapped? You're his friends."

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All Wesley knew was that it felt real. The possibility that he might have just walked himself into a trap... "I don't know what to do," he admitted in a whisper.

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Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/7571.html).