[Then there's a memory which, likewise, might slip through - it might be familiar, too. A man in ragged clothes, stumbling along somewhere. His skin shines with sweat under the hot sunlight, and then it doesn't. Then it is night and he doesn't have skin anymore, he doesn't have clothes anymore, and he doesn't notice. He notices that it pulls him onward. Or maybe he pulls himself onward. Others hadn't seemed to feel that pull very much at all, had certainly found it easier to cry off, years ago. Years and years.]
[Fear shivers through him. Through what there is of him.]
You have to ignore it. Get back to your family. Now! One's enough for this task. It doesn't need to take two.
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[Then there's a memory which, likewise, might slip through - it might be familiar, too. A man in ragged clothes, stumbling along somewhere. His skin shines with sweat under the hot sunlight, and then it doesn't. Then it is night and he doesn't have skin anymore, he doesn't have clothes anymore, and he doesn't notice. He notices that it pulls him onward. Or maybe he pulls himself onward. Others hadn't seemed to feel that pull very much at all, had certainly found it easier to cry off, years ago. Years and years.]
[Fear shivers through him. Through what there is of him.]
You have to ignore it. Get back to your family. Now! One's enough for this task. It doesn't need to take two.