[It's a weird kind of full body pain that simultaneously drains him and makes him feel like every nerve in his body is on fire. It started when he woke up and while it's come and gone in waves since then, it's shown no signs of letting up. Still, the fact that it isn't constant must be a good sign. Maybe he's only been partially mutilated instead of entirely, assuming that's what happened since he can't see anything that would outwardly indicate injury. It's gotta be internal.]
But you remember enough about her to know she meant something to you. That's a big deal. [His fingers twitch as his hand slides against the wall, feeling for the sides of a door or a window, or the depression of something that may have been there.] If you can still remember that, it means you can remember the rest, and that whatever— this is, it isn't permanent.
[At least, he hopes so. There's a face in his head that just won't go away, a woman with skin as white as snow and hair as dark as night. When he thinks of her, he doesn't just want to get out of here — he wants to level this building to the ground and scatter the goddamn ashes to make sure whatever happens to him never happens to her, and he'll do anything to make it happen.
Too bad he can't remember her name. Yet.]
I need to get back to my pack, too. [It comes unprompted, as if he's going at this stream of consciousness style. Maybe he is. Being around the first thing he's felt connected to here in a way that isn't just surface level will do that to someone, he supposes.]
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But you remember enough about her to know she meant something to you. That's a big deal. [His fingers twitch as his hand slides against the wall, feeling for the sides of a door or a window, or the depression of something that may have been there.] If you can still remember that, it means you can remember the rest, and that whatever— this is, it isn't permanent.
[At least, he hopes so. There's a face in his head that just won't go away, a woman with skin as white as snow and hair as dark as night. When he thinks of her, he doesn't just want to get out of here — he wants to level this building to the ground and scatter the goddamn ashes to make sure whatever happens to him never happens to her, and he'll do anything to make it happen.
Too bad he can't remember her name. Yet.]
I need to get back to my pack, too. [It comes unprompted, as if he's going at this stream of consciousness style. Maybe he is. Being around the first thing he's felt connected to here in a way that isn't just surface level will do that to someone, he supposes.]