[ He frowns, trying to remember, and something about the story rings false. ]
Are you--
[ sure?, is how he wanted to end that question, but something shrieks in his mind, scatters his thoughts, and he winces as his hand goes to his temple.
His thoughts regather slowly, like spooked animals after the snap of a twig. A car slid in front of the house. He remembers the sensation of falling, an immense pressure slamming against him over and over. The snap of his rib, of his wrist, pain in his head. ]
... Yes. [ And the moment he agrees, it's as though a fog partially lifts. ] Yes, I remember.
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[ He frowns, trying to remember, and something about the story rings false. ]
Are you--
[ sure?, is how he wanted to end that question, but something shrieks in his mind, scatters his thoughts, and he winces as his hand goes to his temple.
His thoughts regather slowly, like spooked animals after the snap of a twig. A car slid in front of the house. He remembers the sensation of falling, an immense pressure slamming against him over and over. The snap of his rib, of his wrist, pain in his head. ]
... Yes. [ And the moment he agrees, it's as though a fog partially lifts. ] Yes, I remember.
[ His hand drops to his lap. ]
I'm sorry to have worried you.