[He keeps waiting for his influence to fade, for the world to keep moving without him in a bleak slurry of gray as his memories bleed out from the corners. She forgot him, after weeks of careful administration. How do you know how much memory you've lost, if you've lost it? In nineteen years, it was all...]
[The water surges with icy irregularity. Real. Real. Real.]
[What's happening?]
You can't...you can't get rid of me. [The desperation in his tone is weakening, his struggles less sincere, muddled with a haze of confusion.]
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[He keeps waiting for his influence to fade, for the world to keep moving without him in a bleak slurry of gray as his memories bleed out from the corners. She forgot him, after weeks of careful administration. How do you know how much memory you've lost, if you've lost it? In nineteen years, it was all...]
[The water surges with icy irregularity. Real. Real. Real.]
[What's happening?]
You can't...you can't get rid of me. [The desperation in his tone is weakening, his struggles less sincere, muddled with a haze of confusion.]
You can still see...?