[Honestly, he should have noticed the signs. The potential flags. But he'd gotten sidetracked. Wanted to understand. To know more. Too kind, they all say, like it's some kind of curse.]
[His shields aren't as solid as they had been, in order to show her his world, his space. So when her memories surface, his own surge up to meet them with jagged teeth and the squeal of metal and the tang of sterilized tools.]
[... while they're held down, strapped down, fighting but it's useless. Metal underneath, restraints biting. Pleading for someone to listen, you came to them for help, but they're stinging, they're studying and staring and you're like a science project ...]
[Cold washes through him. The memories pulling him down, and threatening to drown, trying to feed off what she's given them before he can try to clamp down on his own head again.]
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[His shields aren't as solid as they had been, in order to show her his world, his space. So when her memories surface, his own surge up to meet them with jagged teeth and the squeal of metal and the tang of sterilized tools.]
[... while they're held down, strapped down, fighting but it's useless. Metal underneath, restraints biting. Pleading for someone to listen, you came to them for help, but they're stinging, they're studying and staring and you're like a science project ...]
[Cold washes through him. The memories pulling him down, and threatening to drown, trying to feed off what she's given them before he can try to clamp down on his own head again.]