[That was far stronger than some mere memory ever could be, more intense than a dream. He hates it for that reason, hates that all of these feelings are now unearthed once more. He'd done a fair job of repressing it all, or so he'd thought. But now... Well, he's not so sure what he wants. He wouldn't have willingly brought it up, that's for sure, but... it was brought up for him. It's too late to take it back.]
I... well... Perhaps. Though I'm not even sure where to begin. It's hard to talk about...
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I... well... Perhaps. Though I'm not even sure where to begin. It's hard to talk about...