It was... vivid. I remembered being strapped down to a table, after having blacked out on a walk home. It wasn't Vorselon's ship, and the methods of torture were far more personal. I remember blood, screaming, visions of places and people I can't quite understand, then I'm back out in the street.
The next thing after that is someone's home, and I could swear I'd heard you as well. We were talking about... something. Something that had rattled you.
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Date: 2013-06-28 01:31 am (UTC)From:The next thing after that is someone's home, and I could swear I'd heard you as well. We were talking about... something. Something that had rattled you.