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rogue. ([personal profile] theycalledmeacurse) wrote in [community profile] station72 2017-12-12 07:52 am (UTC)

[ The moment of silence that stretches after his words could have been filled with anything. Hope for that future he describes, fear that it won't come to pass. Grief for loved ones lost or longing for someone left behind. She feels none of those things, though -- What fills that space between them is an apathy she almost doesn't believe herself. ]

I don't want to go back. Not to that.

[ The impression of a rounded metal room rises up before she can stop it, the cold shine of the curved panels slipping through the cracks of her shields before she can stop them. An equally cold metal table. A row of polished surgical instruments laid out on a tray.

It's post-traumatic stress making her feel this way, someone whispers in her mind, an echo only she can hear. A concerned friend whose human counterpart hadn't come to save her until it was too late. She closes a door in his face and chooses to live another day without facing that problem. ]

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