Even brushing on the thoughts brought the memory up in my mind as if I was seeing it all over again.
One of the fun little blessings of the Sight. It never faded. Never went away.
Ever.
It was sort of mitigated by the memory of Jack's own vibrant visage. There was a certain nobility to it, a majesty belied by the antics and cunning and air of mischief, and it was not at all an unpleasant aura, unlike those damn chains.
"They're like chains. Chaining us to the ground, keeping us prisoner. Fused into us. Made part of us. It was..."
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Even brushing on the thoughts brought the memory up in my mind as if I was seeing it all over again.
One of the fun little blessings of the Sight. It never faded. Never went away.
Ever.
It was sort of mitigated by the memory of Jack's own vibrant visage. There was a certain nobility to it, a majesty belied by the antics and cunning and air of mischief, and it was not at all an unpleasant aura, unlike those damn chains.
"They're like chains. Chaining us to the ground, keeping us prisoner. Fused into us. Made part of us. It was..."
I shuddered.
"Wrong."