The smile fades a fraction, replaced by a faint quirk of his brow at the request. He hadn't thought he'd been being dishonest about anything, there, but if Sheehan just wants more context...?
"There was a flood, last December. Quite shortly after John and I arrived, er- about a month and a half, perhaps a bit more. It let us... see into our futures, in a sense, we would- we discovered what would happen, if we hadn't gotten picked up by the Admiral." He pulls his hand away, just to rest it in his own lap and pick idly at the seam on his pants. "We learned that... the King does find us, eventually. That he- tricks me, into not trusting John, as we enter a temple dedicated to him. Isolates me, and... uses my memories against me. Changes the way I-I was able to understand the world around me, so I couldn't-- that meant every step I took was just walking further into his trap. I couldn't keep my own mind together, because every time I thought I had a hold on it, something changed."
He takes a breath, slow and tense. "It's why I hate my own memories being tampered with. Because I can't- I don't have the luxury to assume it's as benign as a flood."
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Date: 2023-10-19 02:35 am (UTC)"There was a flood, last December. Quite shortly after John and I arrived, er- about a month and a half, perhaps a bit more. It let us... see into our futures, in a sense, we would- we discovered what would happen, if we hadn't gotten picked up by the Admiral." He pulls his hand away, just to rest it in his own lap and pick idly at the seam on his pants. "We learned that... the King does find us, eventually. That he- tricks me, into not trusting John, as we enter a temple dedicated to him. Isolates me, and... uses my memories against me. Changes the way I-I was able to understand the world around me, so I couldn't-- that meant every step I took was just walking further into his trap. I couldn't keep my own mind together, because every time I thought I had a hold on it, something changed."
He takes a breath, slow and tense. "It's why I hate my own memories being tampered with. Because I can't- I don't have the luxury to assume it's as benign as a flood."