[Caitlyn's eyes are squeezed so tightly shut that she'd be able to feel her eyelids ache if the pain in her head wasn't drowning out everything else. She leans her head forward into the woman's touch, listens to her soothing voice, and tries to remember...]
Not the sea. [A river. Near the sea. She remembers... a view. A view she's never seen before, from high atop a building. A tower? A balcony. The sun rising over a golden city reflected in the water. There's another view she remembers, from outside the city, watching it gleam above the low-lying fog, and she feels...
Pride? Commitment? There was a woman. But Caitlyn can't remember her face. Someone she's never met. Someone who she knows is dead.
Where polite folk are meant to avert our eyes. A smell. Old, stale, sulfurous. A sickly purple light reflected in the eyes of people living beneath the world. A wall covered in children's drawings. And for some reason, that's more painful than all the other not-memories. She cries out, bringing a hand to her head as the fingers of her other hand dig into the woman's arm.]
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Not the sea. [A river. Near the sea. She remembers... a view. A view she's never seen before, from high atop a building. A tower? A balcony. The sun rising over a golden city reflected in the water. There's another view she remembers, from outside the city, watching it gleam above the low-lying fog, and she feels...
Pride? Commitment? There was a woman. But Caitlyn can't remember her face. Someone she's never met. Someone who she knows is dead.
Where polite folk are meant to avert our eyes. A smell. Old, stale, sulfurous. A sickly purple light reflected in the eyes of people living beneath the world. A wall covered in children's drawings. And for some reason, that's more painful than all the other not-memories. She cries out, bringing a hand to her head as the fingers of her other hand dig into the woman's arm.]