[ Familiar β not familiar β familiar enough. That fire that rips through from his eye through his head, searing through nerves and all the way down to his fingers and toes. That's a moment every day, a single moment. This is protracted, constant. He can see them β is this what it's like all the time? Just now? β The fire's too hot to let him think. When is this. Where is this?
His throat feels raw β her throat? This is Jinx, it's obviously Jinx, but that's as far as his mind can go, sluggish and slow, and hurting so much just like when he was younger, just like β
He can feel it, the screams ripping out of hoarse, overtaxed lungs and he can't β do anything. Where is he? Why is Jinx all alone β there is nobody else this can be β and he feels so painfully impotent and unable to do anything. Why can't he stop it? Why can't he do anything?
The sister, the enforcer, they're β are they really there? It's a stray thought that he latches onto, as if he's trying to follow the pattern, even though he wants to rip whatever he's seeing out of his head. ]
thanks i didn't need my heart anyway
His throat feels raw β her throat? This is Jinx, it's obviously Jinx, but that's as far as his mind can go, sluggish and slow, and hurting so much just like when he was younger, just like β
He can feel it, the screams ripping out of hoarse, overtaxed lungs and he can't β do anything. Where is he? Why is Jinx all alone β there is nobody else this can be β and he feels so painfully impotent and unable to do anything. Why can't he stop it? Why can't he do anything?
The sister, the enforcer, they're β are they really there? It's a stray thought that he latches onto, as if he's trying to follow the pattern, even though he wants to rip whatever he's seeing out of his head. ]