[The words are wrenching, violent, raw - feel like nerves scraped and shot, like adrenaline boiled out through his eyeballs, like a fucking static-sick scream. He can't think about what she's saying, about the fact that this might be the last time (Good, he thinks savagely, and then, wait, and then his thoughts divert into something he doesn't want to examine, the roots of dread and a sensation that he ignored innumerable times before, that doesn't have a name but if it did it would be Amy) because if he thinks about it, it'll start seeding itself into his soul and he can't let something else start subletting there.]
[His brain's crowded, a fizz of TV snow and burned-out veins. Can't, no room for anything else.]
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[The words are wrenching, violent, raw - feel like nerves scraped and shot, like adrenaline boiled out through his eyeballs, like a fucking static-sick scream. He can't think about what she's saying, about the fact that this might be the last time (Good, he thinks savagely, and then, wait, and then his thoughts divert into something he doesn't want to examine, the roots of dread and a sensation that he ignored innumerable times before, that doesn't have a name but if it did it would be Amy) because if he thinks about it, it'll start seeding itself into his soul and he can't let something else start subletting there.]
[His brain's crowded, a fizz of TV snow and burned-out veins. Can't, no room for anything else.]
If this is the last time we ever - if this -
You don't know that. You don't know anything.