[Somehow in the time it's taken Leon to watch that memory, it's enough for the effects to hit her. By the time he comes out of it she's curled up into a ball on his couch, arms loosely folded across her stomach and limbs pulled in tight. There's a dizzying sort of nausea settling in and she's actually concerned she can't fight it off. The intensity of this memory seems to match the intensity of the side effects.
So. She hears her name and there's only a slight whimper of a response. She's experienced this with other people before to varying degrees, but it's enough for her to say--]
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So. She hears her name and there's only a slight whimper of a response. She's experienced this with other people before to varying degrees, but it's enough for her to say--]
I hate this.