[ There's something like a chill that settles over him, but it's not quite that. It rattles him, but it's not... fear. It's the creeping sensation that she knows now. That she remembers. Or claims to. But she sounds as if she's describing a moment he remembers well, because it was a decision he made based on - what? Emotion? Because he thought he could still control her, because he thought that her depth of feeling for him matched his feeling for her and that that would keep them safe, locked together?
A thousand thoughts and for once he hasn't the time to organize them. ]
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Date: 2018-07-11 03:56 am (UTC)A thousand thoughts and for once he hasn't the time to organize them. ]
I do.
[ He keeps his voice level and calm as he can. ]
We had a conversation.