Don't...[They manage to wheeze out.] Don't touch...
[Don't touch me.
Ekkehardt isn't touching them but that doesn't mean they cannot feel hands on their skin. Old wounds ache as they try to wrestle control back from their own panic. The feeling they needed to have their back against a wall at all times because if they didn't, someone could grab their wings again.
(That family made them. Of course they'd know the best way to hurt Nekane too.)
They jam the heel of their hands against their eyes as hard as they can. A moment of clarity thanks to the pain.]
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[Don't touch me.
Ekkehardt isn't touching them but that doesn't mean they cannot feel hands on their skin. Old wounds ache as they try to wrestle control back from their own panic. The feeling they needed to have their back against a wall at all times because if they didn't, someone could grab their wings again.
(That family made them. Of course they'd know the best way to hurt Nekane too.)
They jam the heel of their hands against their eyes as hard as they can. A moment of clarity thanks to the pain.]
M-memory.
[A particularly nasty one, it seems.]