[augh. this breaks her heart. she pulls him close and hugs him tightly, petting his hair. she doesn't seem to mind if he snots on her clothes, she's had worse.]
I know, b-but still... When they finally snapped out of it they asked where he was, and I just... a-and his cat had to see it happen, and then it hated me...
[she says, softer.] It's okay to feel like it happened, and to feel the effects of it - it's hard. But in the end you have to remember this is just something that was pulled out of someone's head to fuck with you.
How do I know it really wasn't, though?? I mean— I know some of it wasn't, 'cause my memories were all mixed up with someone else's, but... I still had his blood on me...
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[augh. this breaks her heart. she pulls him close and hugs him tightly, petting his hair. she doesn't seem to mind if he snots on her clothes, she's had worse.]
Shhh. You did what you had to.
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[she says, softer.] It's okay to feel like it happened, and to feel the effects of it - it's hard. But in the end you have to remember this is just something that was pulled out of someone's head to fuck with you.
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