Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191021182359/@comment-5543592-20191021231455

"'Course, I'm not losin' memories or something stupid like that.  Can call shit up crystal clear.  I don't know what yer gettin' at, but whatever ye think is wrong.  I don't change.  Damaged, sure, but the rest of me's same fuckin' package it was when I was born."

Nyasia had assumed as much.

"Each night after that when I went to bed, I saw my mother in pieces, rotting on the rocks.  I saw the animals that came by to rip strips off of her, the larva growing in her flesh.  I relived her death a hundred times overs.  I still do, sometimes.  And no matter how much I screamed, or how much I cried, her corpse returned to me each night.

"So you are right.  I cannot fathom the horrors you have suffered.  They are not apart of my world.  I doubt I will ever be able to understand them.

"But this." She stabbed a finger at the ground. "What you're going through right now?  The terror?  This I know, Emile.  This is the part I understand, because I've experienced it too."