There are horror stories written about people who sneak things into food.
Her words are more chilling than any horror story could produce, even the made up ones at Abaddon House. He felt it too. The separation. The division. Like looking down another life, another path.
And what did it say that he was terrible at both of them?
"It's nothing. It means nothing. It's just the Bureau messign with our heads. As soon as...we figure out what's really going on we can get back to normal."
A lie because there is no more normal. They have little choice but to be picked apart thread by thread with nothing to do to stop it. Even if no more memories came, it wouldn't erase the ones that had arrived.
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Her words are more chilling than any horror story could produce, even the made up ones at Abaddon House. He felt it too. The separation. The division. Like looking down another life, another path.
And what did it say that he was terrible at both of them?
"It's nothing. It means nothing. It's just the Bureau messign with our heads. As soon as...we figure out what's really going on we can get back to normal."
A lie because there is no more normal. They have little choice but to be picked apart thread by thread with nothing to do to stop it. Even if no more memories came, it wouldn't erase the ones that had arrived.