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[As soon as there's contact, it feels like the world has gone dark and blurry at the edges.]

[There is Something Wrong.]

[Something is Very Wrong in the world. Wrong with the person under her hand.]

[The hologram flickers again, the head turning towards her.]

wH-WH-who ArE yoU?

Cat of Thyme. Or Aphra Marsh if you need my birth name.

n-N-no thAT isN't The nAmE-

w-w-W-who-whY-iTITITITHURTS-

[And now it feels like static is starting to invade her head, the hologram man starting to glitch out, the tatters getting bigger.]

What can I do to help?

[this isn't good]

[It's really not good.]

[And the hologram man LAUGHS. A harsh, distorted thing, peaking high and low, sitting up, and swaying in place.]

hhhhHHHElp? THerE iS no hELP! NEver heLp!

[It's ringing in your ears, louder and louder.]

[Why are you here, who did this to you, everything hurt everything hurts EVERYTHING HURTS]

[winces, bringing her hands to cover her ears and starts looking around]

[she staggers over to the electronic thing... (the memory container)]

yoU'Re abANdoNing me?! SSSSsssSTop-!

[You touch the capture unit and everything is suddenly Very Wrong. There is no cohesion, there is no thoughts, nothing is clear. Of course it’s not clear, because Dusk doesn’t Remember This. All there is, is the wound that is forever on his soul. What is left is pain. It feels like something is stabbing into the middle of your brain, and trying to pry the pieces apart. It’s pain, it’s torture and you want to diediediediediediediedie-]

[Who are you again? Are you, you? Are you someone else?]

[Epsilon, Doctor Leonard Church, Agent Washington, who are you who are you who are you]

[It all stops.]

[Everything goes dark.]

[And you wake up in the lab.]

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