[ Sinclair closes his eyes, and is quiet for a longer moment. The sedatives do their job with keeping his heart rate down at least. Anger seems very distant. But hatred? That was close at hand.
He doesn't ask the question he wants to ask. It was his choice in the end. And if he said it aloud, that would be a burden on everyone else]
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He doesn't ask the question he wants to ask. It was his choice in the end. And if he said it aloud, that would be a burden on everyone else]
...I'm sorry. I know you wanted me to forget.