"There's never enough food." That's always true, even as the experiments meant he didn't feel hungry. Except it's not true. He remembers scrambled eggs, worse in taste and texture even then at school.
He thinks about steamed eggs, the shadows of the words. A childhood on a farm. A brother cooking, a family that's only memory.
"I'm sorry." He's sincere in sentiment, even if the reason is lost in his jumbled thoughts.
And that's a good thought to fade away on, even if it can't keep the nightmares away. He can't quite grant trust, but at least it can be true within parameters.
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Date: 2018-08-25 09:00 pm (UTC)He thinks about steamed eggs, the shadows of the words. A childhood on a farm. A brother cooking, a family that's only memory.
"I'm sorry." He's sincere in sentiment, even if the reason is lost in his jumbled thoughts.
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Date: 2018-09-03 04:49 am (UTC)"There'll be enough crackers when you wake up again. I promise."
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Date: 2018-09-08 05:38 pm (UTC)And that's a good thought to fade away on, even if it can't keep the nightmares away. He can't quite grant trust, but at least it can be true within parameters.