[ not.. exactly the same, then. he fiddles with the bag on his arm, then a button on his flannel shirt. ]
I don't.. remember much. Just.. l-like snapshots. [ he chews the inside of his cheek, tasting copper, anxiety crawling up his veins. ] The first notes of Lucifer's first song. Galaxies. The.. garden, I think. It hurts to focus on them.
[ he shudders, folding his arms self-consciously. ] Michael wants me to remember everything, to.. be.. what He was. But He did this for a reason, right? He-- He became human.. for.. a reason. Right?
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[ not.. exactly the same, then. he fiddles with the bag on his arm, then a button on his flannel shirt. ]
I don't.. remember much. Just.. l-like snapshots. [ he chews the inside of his cheek, tasting copper, anxiety crawling up his veins. ] The first notes of Lucifer's first song. Galaxies. The.. garden, I think. It hurts to focus on them.
[ he shudders, folding his arms self-consciously. ] Michael wants me to remember everything, to.. be.. what He was. But He did this for a reason, right? He-- He became human.. for.. a reason. Right?