[It's a solid blow, sharp and stinging, and Ademnet can't help but flinch. It's familiar, somehow, familiar for reasons he can guess at but not recall. He tries to recall it anyway, but the attempt sends a fierce, shooting pain through his skull. That's an asset, really. If the slap itself isn't enough to break the dam, perhaps that line of thinking might.
He probes his moist eyes with his fingers, but there's not enough yet to wipe away. Loosening his jaw, he says quietly:] Keep goin'.
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He probes his moist eyes with his fingers, but there's not enough yet to wipe away. Loosening his jaw, he says quietly:] Keep goin'.