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no no no.
she chose this. she wanted this.
didn't she?
can't remember.
can't think.
too many voices overlapping.
present and past bleeding together.
can't fucking tell which is real anymore.
"We need to calibrate the inhibitors before we proceed."
"Hold him down. He's fighting again."
stop.
please stop.
pain.
searing through skull.
through spine.
screaming but sound won't come?—
then Cosima's fear spikes through our soul bond.
the soul bond we always had.
clear.
sharp.
unmistakable.
not my fear bleeding over.
hers.
she's afraid.
actually afraid.
something is wrong.
something is going horribly wrongwrongwrong?—
Azarel shouts behind me.
guards move.
trying to restrain him.
