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> You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the deep, dark ocean. Darkness surrounds you on all sides and once in a while, the box shakes. It'll be clear enough after a while that that's because of the movement of the water. The deep, dark water that they're surrounded by.

Once in a while, something moves in the darkness, unnaturally large and much too close for comfort. Then... the noises. The moans and hisses of things living out there, in the deep.

Then the words appear:

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[hm dislike]

[EXTREME DISLIKE]

[also she won't judge she won't judge she won't judge--]

[(she can't judge!! regaining missing memories sounds really great right about now!!)

. . . not bad, kiddo.

[He rubs at his face, looking away with a faint huff.]

Prob'ly not even gonna work... and then I'll be fucked again.

[He says this because he is Too Afraid to get his hopes up about getting his memories back.

Even though!!

His hopes are up!!

Despite himself. Good job, dumbass.]

[WELL. . . if they're lucky, it'll work. but if they're not. . .?]

[pats the ground next to her, though the movement takes quite a bit of work]

Hey. Come sit with me.

[... He makes a disagreeable noise, but it doesn't actually stop him from obediently sitting next to her, knees drawn up and his one good arm draped around them.]

[with GREAT EFFORT she lifts a hand]

[and drops it on his head]

[. . . in a single pat because the effort of lifting her hand for another pat is too great]