February 18th, 2013

upstairsbrain: (i see a bad moon rising)
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D'you ever wonder about... memories? [ He sounds tired, likely purposefully vague. Distant. ] When we go home, we don't remember being here at all. But, are the memories gone, or are they locked away? Sort of... latent, itching to be remembered?

[ Itching. And the memories of being without his soul are still barred, but he's been having little flashes of... something. They're painful, and have been getting worse as they become more frequent.

Then, in a mutter: ]
Maybe we shouldn't know. Could be dangerous.

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