[Alina's retching snaps him fully back to the present, his mind no longer toeing a confused line between memory and the present reality.
She's not like him, desensitized to the horrors of Borderland. He steps in front of her, as though that could shield her from it. It's too little too late, obviously. Futile. The scene had already played out and she's already turned herself away. He'd been too lost in reliving it to spare from any of it.]
Sorry. [He mutters quietly.] I'm sorry you had to see that.
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She's not like him, desensitized to the horrors of Borderland. He steps in front of her, as though that could shield her from it. It's too little too late, obviously. Futile. The scene had already played out and she's already turned herself away. He'd been too lost in reliving it to spare from any of it.]
Sorry. [He mutters quietly.] I'm sorry you had to see that.