[He doesn't respond. It's the lack of response that usually comes with a memory, but he doesn't usually make this big of a deal out of it, and in fact likes acting like he just zoned out for a moment with much discussion, if he can manage it. But this isn't a normal memory. This memory's accompanied by searing pain unlike anything he's ever felt before. This memory is completely pitch black. And to top it off, he has no idea how to process any of the emotions or thoughts that went into it, either.
It's mercifully brief, at least; the contrast between pitch black nothingness and the dim lighting of the room is drastic, and the relief from the pain in the memory is immediate.]
S...Sorry.
[He speaks as if he's not actually sure the word would even get out, then straightens himself out and... Elda.]
I got a memory. A bad one.
[It's fine. I just need a minute. That's what he should be saying right now, but...]
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It's mercifully brief, at least; the contrast between pitch black nothingness and the dim lighting of the room is drastic, and the relief from the pain in the memory is immediate.]
S...Sorry.
[He speaks as if he's not actually sure the word would even get out, then straightens himself out and... Elda.]
I got a memory. A bad one.
[It's fine. I just need a minute. That's what he should be saying right now, but...]