And Lenka wants to answer, he does, but everything is still jumbled up in his head and there's a blurriness to the memory he doesn't like. It mixes and bleeds into other memories and memories he's not sure are entirely memories, losing color and tone and coherence until it's all just a snarled impression of screaming and reaching out and empty air where someone should have been.
He tries anyway.]
I didn't-- I couldn't-- [that goes about as well as you'd expect, his voice shaking for a moment before he stops, tries again] I didn't mean to. He was-- The knife and I just--
[He stops. Lets everything settle back in a murky fog like the bottom of the lake.]
I moved before thinking.
[Which might sound thoughtless, but it was more that his body had simply stopped listening to reason at all.]
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And Lenka wants to answer, he does, but everything is still jumbled up in his head and there's a blurriness to the memory he doesn't like. It mixes and bleeds into other memories and memories he's not sure are entirely memories, losing color and tone and coherence until it's all just a snarled impression of screaming and reaching out and empty air where someone should have been.
He tries anyway.]
I didn't-- I couldn't-- [that goes about as well as you'd expect, his voice shaking for a moment before he stops, tries again] I didn't mean to. He was-- The knife and I just--
[He stops. Lets everything settle back in a murky fog like the bottom of the lake.]
I moved before thinking.
[Which might sound thoughtless, but it was more that his body had simply stopped listening to reason at all.]