[You have to actually recall the traumatic memories in order to deal with them. He... only has the bits and pieces. And hell if he knows how they're meant to fit together. If they even fit together. There has to be a reason he forgot, after all...]
[Maybe he's not supposed to remember.]
[He does feel that concern, and shakes his head, like he's trying to physically deny it, before it even registers completely. He's not used to accepting it. Not used to wanting it. He's supposed to be the one in charge. The one in control. Having it come from elsewhere feels... strange.]
[But he'll take the offer of control, of calm. He'll take anything that isn't replaying that moment in his mind.]
... No. No, I don't... know. That's the problem. I don't remember what started it in the first place.
[A helpless, frustrated shrug.] I just... they've just faded. Run their course. This is the first time I've even heard of them being something you could pull out of.
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[Maybe he's not supposed to remember.]
[He does feel that concern, and shakes his head, like he's trying to physically deny it, before it even registers completely. He's not used to accepting it. Not used to wanting it. He's supposed to be the one in charge. The one in control. Having it come from elsewhere feels... strange.]
[But he'll take the offer of control, of calm. He'll take anything that isn't replaying that moment in his mind.]
... No. No, I don't... know. That's the problem. I don't remember what started it in the first place.
[A helpless, frustrated shrug.] I just... they've just faded. Run their course. This is the first time I've even heard of them being something you could pull out of.