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Is that the problem? Do you have to fuck your imprint? Is that the only way to resolve the hatred between you?

You should have never left him unsupervised.

A knot of tension forms between your eyes. Once again you're a step behind.

What have you done, Hershel?

Your own words in someone else's mouth. Deeply upsetting.

It does sound kind of... uncool, when he puts it like that.

The words slip in like broken glass under a fingernail.

Stop, stop! You're killing him!

Stop. Don't enter, don't break this seal. This doesn't have to be yours.

You're not equipped to deal with this kind of blow. There's no controlling how this makes you feel.

Her mocking of you ruptures whatever coolness you thought you had in this moment.

Like the screams of babies, the sound bypasses all logic and goes directly for the panic response.

Nothing can stop it. A chemical panic holds your entire body hostage.

A burst of cold and fetid sweat as your body poisons itself with stress chemicals.

Your friend is dying. This is his death knell you're listening to.

You are not ready for this.

There's definitely ants in there. Crawling colonies swarmed in the sticky-sweet syrup that's soaked into the pages... countless tiny horrible legs ready to tickle your skin...

La la la. What's the old man on about? You can't hear anything.

You brought that one on yourself.

You're going to get her killed today.

This is horrible. This just makes you want drugs even more.

Your gag reflex activates. You puke into your mouth, swallow it, almost puke again.

All systems go down. A brief but total outage.

You let him go. You let him go. You let him go.

You let him get away.

Your gun suddenly feels heavy, or is it your hand that feels weak?

Entering dangerous psychic territory, abort! Abort!

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