[ The moths arrive, one by one. They’re mismatched, dusty grey ones among brighter ones and big ones among small. Eventually, there are enough for them to gather together into that horned man. ]
You should forget- that. [ He says, with a voice that sounds like it gets very little use. ] I can take the memories. It won’t need to bother you.
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You should forget- that. [ He says, with a voice that sounds like it gets very little use. ] I can take the memories. It won’t need to bother you.