Nathan and Lazarus are right - two Echoes hit Micah in quick succession, and the accompanying dizziness is enough to cause a stronger physical reaction this time. Micah exhales sharply through his teeth, leaning forward in his chair to drop his head into his open hands, propped up by his elbows on his knees.

"You know Near and I don't get along," he says, voice taut through clenched teeth. "We're always competing. Always."

Micah doesn't immediately sit up after he's recited this statement from the second memory; he remains slouched forward with his head in his hands for a long moment, breathing hard, willing the wave of nausea brought on by the pair of Echoes to subside.