It's hard sometimes... I forget what's real. I saw Foxface. She stuffed berries in my mouth until I was choking, suffocating...
But that was a nightmare, wasn't it?
[The filter on what is okay to say and what isn't hasn't quite worked right since the hijacking. He just looks up at her, a hint of desperation in his eyes. Because he still isn't entirely sure it was a nightmare.]
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It's hard sometimes... I forget what's real. I saw Foxface. She stuffed berries in my mouth until I was choking, suffocating...
But that was a nightmare, wasn't it?
[The filter on what is okay to say and what isn't hasn't quite worked right since the hijacking. He just looks up at her, a hint of desperation in his eyes. Because he still isn't entirely sure it was a nightmare.]