[ Feeling the life fade. It's a nightmare. That's what this is, it can't be true. None of this-
This can't be true. He's looking around wildly, no. No, he couldn't- he tries to speak, but it's like he's wading through quicksand, and everything just keeps pulling him faster.
I didn't! I wouldn't! I'd never!
But no one's listening. And won't fighting or running just make him look guilty? That's a familiar feeling.
...Except, this is Alex Browning.
Whatever the memory dictates, he has one instinct, and that's to thrash. Worst possible time and opportunity? Sure. But, that hasn't ever meant much to the boy. ]
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This can't be true. He's looking around wildly, no. No, he couldn't- he tries to speak, but it's like he's wading through quicksand, and everything just keeps pulling him faster.
I didn't! I wouldn't! I'd never!
But no one's listening. And won't fighting or running just make him look guilty? That's a familiar feeling.
...Except, this is Alex Browning.
Whatever the memory dictates, he has one instinct, and that's to thrash. Worst possible time and opportunity? Sure. But, that hasn't ever meant much to the boy. ]