He tensed further, shoulders hunching in. There was something--
A jumble of words spilled out into his memory, garbled and mixed together, varied and unfamiliar, mixing with images that he couldn't place. A man with short red hair standing next to one who's hair was an icy blue, his eyes black where they should be white. Confidential conversation in whispering tones over a cup of tea in a room that was almost empty, looking across the chessboard at eyes there were cold as ice, then sunken black that radiated dark glee, then a warm brown that held such affection--
Too much. It was too much, he was going to drown, he was going to---!
With a sharp cry he pulled himself back from the rush of things that were seeking to haul him under, a sphere of almost translucent energy forming around him as he toppled, protecting him from hitting the ground.
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He tensed further, shoulders hunching in. There was something--
A jumble of words spilled out into his memory, garbled and mixed together, varied and unfamiliar, mixing with images that he couldn't place. A man with short red hair standing next to one who's hair was an icy blue, his eyes black where they should be white. Confidential conversation in whispering tones over a cup of tea in a room that was almost empty, looking across the chessboard at eyes there were cold as ice, then sunken black that radiated dark glee, then a warm brown that held such affection--
Too much. It was too much, he was going to drown, he was going to---!
With a sharp cry he pulled himself back from the rush of things that were seeking to haul him under, a sphere of almost translucent energy forming around him as he toppled, protecting him from hitting the ground.