[A million different variations on the same theme, quoted in so many different colors that it makes his head hurt. (Makes everything fucking hurt.) He remembers her voice because he remembered her voice, he remembered her imperfectly and in strokes and shades that must not have been who she was in practice. He took the theory of her and made her into something he recalled inaccurately - but close enough to hurt.]
[Remember the Counselor's perplexed murmur. Remember that goodbye tasted like copper on your tongue because you nearly bit through it in an effort to shut out the screaming.]
Don't go disappearing on me again, okay?
[He says it like a joke, but his smile is too uneven, and his expression is too pained.]
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[Remember the Counselor's perplexed murmur. Remember that goodbye tasted like copper on your tongue because you nearly bit through it in an effort to shut out the screaming.]
Don't go disappearing on me again, okay?
[He says it like a joke, but his smile is too uneven, and his expression is too pained.]