[He reads over her words slowly, half of him wanting to stop and half of him masochistically wanting to know. Subtracting memories, adding fake ones - it sounds too incredible to be true, but isn't that what the Malnosso do too? His gut twists as he tries to imagine a world where people are manipulated not just for the sake of gathering experimental data, or whatever the hell the Malnosso do, but for the sake of forcing them to kill or infiltrate or any number of terrible things.
And he falls into the age bracket that can be shaped most easily. As if the thought wasn't unsettling enough.
And here I am now.
She doesn't need to explain more. He's perfectly capable of filling in the blanks himself, and grateful she didn't flay this open in more detail. In the end, he doesn't really know what to say.]
[July 9th, Written]
And he falls into the age bracket that can be shaped most easily. As if the thought wasn't unsettling enough.
And here I am now.
She doesn't need to explain more. He's perfectly capable of filling in the blanks himself, and grateful she didn't flay this open in more detail. In the end, he doesn't really know what to say.]
What a way to go out.