[He shakes his head again at that, and his hand drops down to hover over his chest.]
It's more than just taking place inside of our heads. I mean— it's not real, either, but it isn't... entirely false? If that makes sense.
[Which is followed by a somewhat sour expression, because he knows it probably doesn't. He just doesn't have any better way of trying to express what he means with the limited amount of knowledge he has on the subject. As soon as an appropriate comparison point comes to mind, a little bit of his old and unpleasantly familiar distance resurfaces.]
...I think that it's a lot like executions. You experience them - that much is real. You don't actually die, but it feels like you have. Even if you tell yourself "it wasn't real, it wasn't real", you'll still carry those memories with you as though it were. [That much he knows well, too.]
So escaping from this place... I'm not sure how easy it will be. I've never had to try breaking out from the inside before. [And he's struck for one horrifying second by the creeping, fearful curiosity - is this the first time they've had this conversation before? Is this the first time his memories have returned? The first time she's had to come to terms with being a tool to take others down?
There's really no way of knowing when they're caught so tightly in the hands of the enemy, and that genuinely scares him.]
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It's more than just taking place inside of our heads. I mean— it's not real, either, but it isn't... entirely false? If that makes sense.
[Which is followed by a somewhat sour expression, because he knows it probably doesn't. He just doesn't have any better way of trying to express what he means with the limited amount of knowledge he has on the subject. As soon as an appropriate comparison point comes to mind, a little bit of his old and unpleasantly familiar distance resurfaces.]
...I think that it's a lot like executions. You experience them - that much is real. You don't actually die, but it feels like you have. Even if you tell yourself "it wasn't real, it wasn't real", you'll still carry those memories with you as though it were. [That much he knows well, too.]
So escaping from this place... I'm not sure how easy it will be. I've never had to try breaking out from the inside before. [And he's struck for one horrifying second by the creeping, fearful curiosity - is this the first time they've had this conversation before? Is this the first time his memories have returned? The first time she's had to come to terms with being a tool to take others down?
There's really no way of knowing when they're caught so tightly in the hands of the enemy, and that genuinely scares him.]