"About not existing?"


It's not even a question. It's not even phrased wrong.

The emotion is too sharp, but his expression too distant.






There's so much more suddenly filtering into his mind. So much that he can hear. So much that he can see. All of it entirely new. Voices he does not know, conversations taking place, jobs being done, faces and rooms he's never seen, except in a selection of memories.

Memories which were never as alive and aware as this.