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22. Sawyer

Just like scars, memories linger. Long-banished memories are free to show up in dreams uninvited..

I’m a small boy again. Hiding under my cabin. The sensation of slugs, lizards, fuck knows what else crawling up my legs. The rain causing every miniscule movement of my limbs to sink deeper into the mud.

It’s not just mud either. It is dirty, stinking shit and piss soaked filth.

/It’s just a dream/ Nash soothes, his voice booming into the past like a loudspeaker.

Even with my wolfs sympathy, the real world doesn't break through. Where I’m laid waiting, hoping. Cold and afraid..

Even as a little boy, I knew it was vile, wrong to be laying there. Telling myself over and over, with my small fists clenched tightly, that it wouldn’t matter because my mother would return soon.

I could already imagine the scolding coming my way for ruining my new, beige archery tunic. My little body silently shuddering in revolt against the sensations around me. Even so, I did not leave.

/Sawy
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A. D. R.
I would think Finn or Cillian would give Sawyer more of a chance to explain, but after Riley I can see why they jump to conclusions.
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A. D. R.
Oh hell Phoebe is locked inside her own body probably screaming and freaking out right now!
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Čila Gabrić
Whaaaat? No, it can't be...
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