[ It's weird, to say the least, to watch himself through eyes that aren't his, even weirder to see his own body acting in a way wholly unlike himself.
He keeps thinking, That's not me, as he watches himself kill those men, tearing and charging and destroying them where they stand.
And the memory ends with him nearly killing her, and even if he knows how it ends, he can hear himself thinking, no, please, not her, and it seems to stay his other self's hand.
He's a shade paler when she pulls away, lips slightly parted as he takes deep breaths to steady himself. He didn't know what to expect, but that certainly wasn't it.
After a few seconds, he thinks he should probably say something. So, with more levity than he feels, he says, ]
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He keeps thinking, That's not me, as he watches himself kill those men, tearing and charging and destroying them where they stand.
And the memory ends with him nearly killing her, and even if he knows how it ends, he can hear himself thinking, no, please, not her, and it seems to stay his other self's hand.
He's a shade paler when she pulls away, lips slightly parted as he takes deep breaths to steady himself. He didn't know what to expect, but that certainly wasn't it.
After a few seconds, he thinks he should probably say something. So, with more levity than he feels, he says, ]
... So. That was sort of terrifying.