[To say it's 'a lot' is a severe understatement. It hits him all at once, each memory racing past as if someone was repeatedly jamming fast-forward to get through something they really didn't want to watch, but there's one part that feels like it goes in slow motion, makes something stick in his throat and his stomach turn.
By the time it's all through, he's gone pale, and reaches to close a hand around Billy's wrist— whether to reassure him or to anchor himself, he's not sure.
He'd recognized his own face, but nothing else about what he'd seen seemed at all like him.]
Billy...
[Does he apologize? Say he's sorry for something he doesn't remember, something he doesn't understand?]
I— that can't have been me, I would never—
[He doesn't know how to finish any of that. All he knows is he hadn't recognized the 'Teddy' in those memories.]
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By the time it's all through, he's gone pale, and reaches to close a hand around Billy's wrist— whether to reassure him or to anchor himself, he's not sure.
He'd recognized his own face, but nothing else about what he'd seen seemed at all like him.]
Billy...
[Does he apologize? Say he's sorry for something he doesn't remember, something he doesn't understand?]
I— that can't have been me, I would never—
[He doesn't know how to finish any of that. All he knows is he hadn't recognized the 'Teddy' in those memories.]