When you push hard enough, eventually, you have to break through.
He did suddenly, without warning, and went tumbling headfirst into her memories, overwhelmed by them, catching just a glimpse before he ran headlong into another wall.
Blinking and returning to himself, he tried to make sense of what he had discovered, but it was like trying to piece together a thousand-piece puzzle where all the pieces were the same colour. He sifted through them, but it was no use; there was no information to be gleaned in the chaos.
The only thing that he could put together was that he could feel nothing but negativity from these memories. Violence, pain, fear... She never would have survived in a war-torn world like this one, not with the way she had cowered and cried. And yet, she had memories like that.
What was the human world like if a child could suffer without war?
If she had even the tiniest spot of light in her memories, he had missed it. So he couldn't help but wonder... Why did she want so desperately to go home?
She stopped getting headaches.
