Something that you said or did seems to have sealed the deal. Lesedi won't bother to give you much explanation - she'll just say that you need to go with the guards now, and that they'll take you somewhere that your problems can be resolved. It's a favour, of course - she's doing you a service. If she has her way, she'll make those painful memories go away for good.
You can't seem to say no.
You're lead down hallways, and to an unfamiliar elevator, that takes you some place strange. You only ever see the start of it - something that looks like an air lock in a spaceship, almost, with glowing indicators and 3D light screens. The guards tell you that you are going to enter processing, and it seems to trigger something in your mind that makes everything shut down. What you can remember from after comes in flashes of imagery you hardly understand, like a movie you watched as a child.
You remember moments of being held inside whirling and shifting machines, metal clasped tight around your head, your body naked and exposed. You think you remember pain. A pressure inside your head, your heart, that wouldn't subside - one that strained you until you felt like you would break. You remember feeling like someone else, somewhere else, in fragments and pieces.
And then...
You remember waking, in your room, these images becoming dull and soft. It's over now, something tells you, and you will not speak of this again. It's unecessary, isn't it? You've been reborn.
no subject
You can't seem to say no.
You're lead down hallways, and to an unfamiliar elevator, that takes you some place strange. You only ever see the start of it - something that looks like an air lock in a spaceship, almost, with glowing indicators and 3D light screens. The guards tell you that you are going to enter processing, and it seems to trigger something in your mind that makes everything shut down. What you can remember from after comes in flashes of imagery you hardly understand, like a movie you watched as a child.
You remember moments of being held inside whirling and shifting machines, metal clasped tight around your head, your body naked and exposed. You think you remember pain. A pressure inside your head, your heart, that wouldn't subside - one that strained you until you felt like you would break. You remember feeling like someone else, somewhere else, in fragments and pieces.
And then...
You remember waking, in your room, these images becoming dull and soft. It's over now, something tells you, and you will not speak of this again. It's unecessary, isn't it? You've been reborn.
Use the gift wisely.