[ she goes quiet, face scrunched up ]

...think I'd know if something got broken? Maybe. I sort of remember— paying attention to something? Focusing?

[ fuck if she can remember what, exactly— just a sort of vague awareness of trying to cling to lucidity like to a pier in the middle of a heavy storm. knowing it was desperately important without having the context for why. ]

...think that's why my head hurts. Huw fucking wept.