A jumble. Several memories, just barely separate enough to detangle— Kantera singing something soft and steady while you claw your way out of a morass of guilty self-loathing and a memory of agony that isn’t your own. Kantera singing I’m here, despite everything, and so are you— a lifeline to pull you out of terror and mostly back to yourself, despite the thick drugged fuzziness in your mind.
Kantera singingI’m here, hurting, help me at the top of his lungs, because he needed it, and your own voice raised in harmony to warn off anyone who would try to take advantage of him for his pain. The relief in his raw voice after, and your gladness that this time you could help heal him.
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A jumble. Several memories, just barely separate enough to detangle— Kantera singing something soft and steady while you claw your way out of a morass of guilty self-loathing and a memory of agony that isn’t your own. Kantera singing I’m here, despite everything, and so are you— a lifeline to pull you out of terror and mostly back to yourself, despite the thick drugged fuzziness in your mind.
Kantera singing I’m here, hurting, help me at the top of his lungs, because he needed it, and your own voice raised in harmony to warn off anyone who would try to take advantage of him for his pain. The relief in his raw voice after, and your gladness that this time you could help heal him.