Thirty-eight | 26 days, 24th hour
How was it that I'd seen the memory? It was the memory I first saw when I realized I could see the past. The first memory, right? No. The first one was when I'd hold Cain's hand and saw Angela's image pop inside my mind. I had begun to see the past then but I stopped midway. Or maybe Cain did. Whatever it was, I'd only seen an image. A small one. But this time I saw something else. I saw Cid on top of Cain, choking the small life out of him. I remember the time in the hotel, how Cain had told me he woke up to someone choking him. Maybe this was that memory of so long ago. Cid was choking him. He didn't stop. He was repeating it the same way he'd done with me just a while ago with my physical body – I wanted to stop him. To force him into a halt, but I don't know how I could talk to an
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