IC Inbox: In the Night

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[fjorgedinfire]

Fjord's eyes flick down automatically at the fabric shifting, and a faint frown crosses his face.

"I can't imagine what that must've been like," he says, a touch softly. "I'm sorry they did that to you."

It's not an apology of claiming responsibility; he just hates that Soldat was forced to suffer that, to lose everything, no doubt multiple times. He wishes better for his friend. (He wonders if dying is a blessing in disguise for him, there.)

[worthallthis]

It kind of has been. Soldat shrugs, focusing back on their meal rather than their poor, abused head. "It's over now. Even getting the sensations of it here doesn't do more than shut me down for an hour or two. The memories are still there when I come to. First time it happened, I thought I was going to come back not remembering anybody." That was terrifying. The whole ordeal is still terrifying, but with it happening twice now, at least they know their memories are safe. From that, anyway.