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[desirestruth]

Who: everybodyyy
When: Day 15, evening
Where: The lounge.

[Some of us are covered in fruit, some of us aren't, but there was a trial so naturally, as the sun sets and stars sprinkle the sky in odd colors, it's time for a memory mingle!]

Comments

[spectacularluck]

I don't know how I feel about the memories yet.

I know I lived those, but they seem completely disconnected events. I have a family? I have a wife and a kid? It doesn't feel real. If I have a kid why am I putting on a costume and — threatening men in sewers, or infiltrating organizations and being tortured.

I mean, I know why, I was protecting my family and my friend.

But it feels unreal.

Which is to say I don't know if I'm uncomfortable with it.

[voreaciously]

I see.

[Well, you're not part of a team until you witness your teammates get tortured so w/e]

I suppose to e may help. And additional context.

[spectacularluck]

I don't think it's too bad if we get along for the time being, anyway ... so I'd say for now, it's okay that you know.

[voreaciously]

...You may come to regret it.