Being back there . . . [ He has to stop. Another slow, deep breath, and it's probably clear he's not talking about shooting South, or shooting Sonia. There's so much in there. So much he hates to see. His hand trembles slightly, and he curves his fingers over his own wrist to still it. ] Sometimes knowing it's a dream is the only thing to hold onto.
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Being back there . . . [ He has to stop. Another slow, deep breath, and it's probably clear he's not talking about shooting South, or shooting Sonia. There's so much in there. So much he hates to see. His hand trembles slightly, and he curves his fingers over his own wrist to still it. ] Sometimes knowing it's a dream is the only thing to hold onto.