[Shit. Part of him recognizes, knows, that what the other man's saying is true. Not even a small part, at that. And he hates this place enough that at least for a minute, his eyes seem to clear.
This is exactly what he thought might happen, and, points for him, he was exactly right in how he'd react. That didn't make this any easier, because the memory starts its loop again--a sunny, perfect day and he can feel himself getting pulled back under.]
Get me out. [he won't say please, because it's hard enough to ask for help even this much.]
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This is exactly what he thought might happen, and, points for him, he was exactly right in how he'd react. That didn't make this any easier, because the memory starts its loop again--a sunny, perfect day and he can feel himself getting pulled back under.]
Get me out. [he won't say please, because it's hard enough to ask for help even this much.]