12 Meimi
Forget genetically enhanced attack beasts. If you want to torture someone, play government-created ballads at top volume for a few hours. It’s awful.
Now, I could certainly turn the radio down or change the station. But the way Thorne keeps wincing? I’m pretty sure he’s suffering as much as I am. And that works fine for me.
Hotel reservations?
I’m an alien from outer space?
Please.
I am not falling into his mind traps, period.
That said, my own sanity isn’t looking too solid. Why? When I glance out the car window, I see a reflected version of myself that’s just like me.
Only blue.
I know, not great.
And Blue Me has a lot of opinions, too. When she speaks, I hear her voice inside my head. And the overly loud ballads drown her out a little, but not all the way.
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