[ Admittedly, it's a relief that she didn't witness the rest, unless he was unaware of it — that examination and his lashing out, the days that followed, ending in what must have been a mess of a death to clean up. Searching his memories uncovers nothing that he can make sense of himself around that time, little to decipher but a tangle of paranoia and anguish. His skin still itches with it, and he fights the lingering urge to tear at himself, focusing on March's smile, her hand waving at him, as if these are perfectly ordinary circumstances. ]
...Greetings.
[ He sounds distant, not quite present and fully himself yet. ]
My apologies, I feel...
[ Too many things all at once, off-balance as a result, not unlike the initial feeling of remembering the past. ]
cw: vague self-harm references
...Greetings.
[ He sounds distant, not quite present and fully himself yet. ]
My apologies, I feel...
[ Too many things all at once, off-balance as a result, not unlike the initial feeling of remembering the past. ]