[There's a ringing in his skull, a single high-pitched tone. Kei sound's like she's 100 feet away, not right beside him. There are flashes of something, scraps of a memory unforgotten-a view of the ocean. The smell of salt. Her desperate, final pleas for life. Cotton candy on the fourth of july.]
...I'm fine. I might...Get a slight nosebleed, though.
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[There's a ringing in his skull, a single high-pitched tone. Kei sound's like she's 100 feet away, not right beside him. There are flashes of something, scraps of a memory unforgotten-a view of the ocean. The smell of salt. Her desperate, final pleas for life. Cotton candy on the fourth of july.]
...I'm fine. I might...Get a slight nosebleed, though.