[ His head throbs. He fingers curl against the tops of his thighs, his nails digging into the fabric; he'll find half-moon impressions there later, later when he tries to sleep and forget this day, these visions.
My master.
The response comes immediately, but he doesn't say it, because he's lucid enough to know he sounds more than delirious. He sucks in air through his teeth, trying to fight through the soup of strange memories rushing into his mind, to push them away and focus on the person in front of him. Sweat beads around his throat, along the back of his neck. His forehead glistens. ]
I'm ... I don't know. I cannot think. My head feels like it's on fire.
[ He pulls away from her, pressing hard against the couch. Another face keeps imprinting itself over Kate's. Another woman, another time.
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My master.
The response comes immediately, but he doesn't say it, because he's lucid enough to know he sounds more than delirious. He sucks in air through his teeth, trying to fight through the soup of strange memories rushing into his mind, to push them away and focus on the person in front of him. Sweat beads around his throat, along the back of his neck. His forehead glistens. ]
I'm ... I don't know. I cannot think. My head feels like it's on fire.
[ He pulls away from her, pressing hard against the couch. Another face keeps imprinting itself over Kate's. Another woman, another time.
Same unexpected concern. ]
You should go.