[Shit. He doesn't deserve this. That's the first thought in his head--the first coherent thought that wasn't looped into the memory. He doesn't deserve anyone caring about him like that.]
I'm...not all right. [In case that wasn't obvious. He didn't want to say that, any more than he wanted to live through this memory, again. ]
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I'm...not all right. [In case that wasn't obvious. He didn't want to say that, any more than he wanted to live through this memory, again. ]