[Several protests began and died on her lips. She wanted to argue that the corpses in New Haven, the families of those who died in the massacre, all might disagree with him. But she didn't. Her mouth remained closed, and for a long while, she simply leaned against him.
Eventually, a voice in the back of her head began to chide her. She wasn't the only one who received memories, at least she was almost certain she wasn't. She lifted her head, giving Rhys a serious look, before laying a hand against his cheek.]
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Eventually, a voice in the back of her head began to chide her. She wasn't the only one who received memories, at least she was almost certain she wasn't. She lifted her head, giving Rhys a serious look, before laying a hand against his cheek.]
What about you...? Are you alright?