[Sunny stares at Aubrey, chest still heaving, breath still huffing, gasping. All at once, his face contorts, and he cringes away, covering his face with his mangled arm. He still squeezes her hand.]
Back...back...back...home...
I didn't...I haven't...[A sound, strangled, but bit off with a lance of teeth against tongue. Sunny tastes blood.] I don't...r-remember...
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Back...back...back...home...
I didn't...I haven't...[A sound, strangled, but bit off with a lance of teeth against tongue. Sunny tastes blood.] I don't...r-remember...