[ A tricky answer - she pauses, her teeth pressed against her lips and she watches the rivers of her mind, memories - that aren't pleasant - Jack please, it hurts, please it's choking me - Sweetie, it's for the best. We decided, it's for you own good. - a moment later, and she's screaming.
She breaths, slow out, steady inhales. Memories can't hurt her anymore. ]
(Sort of. I was born like this so... the walls were something I really mastered before I understood what I even was. But that's just a matter of daily... daily practise.)
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She breaths, slow out, steady inhales. Memories can't hurt her anymore. ]
( Sort of. I was born like this so... the walls were something I really mastered before I understood what I even was. But that's just a matter of daily... daily practise. )