[Oh Bruce, he's laughing at you. It's adorable, really, but he has his own persecution complex, his own golden pillar of perfection ever grinding him down- but when he reaches for those memories, it's as if all he can grasp are Bruce's terrors.
A shiver of panic rides through his thoughts and he's twisting, pulling at Bruce's memories, unsure whether he's snarling and thrashing aloud or only mentally. ]
Stop this! Cease! [ But is it the manin the memories he yells at or Bruce? ]
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A shiver of panic rides through his thoughts and he's twisting, pulling at Bruce's memories, unsure whether he's snarling and thrashing aloud or only mentally. ]
Stop this! Cease! [ But is it the manin the memories he yells at or Bruce? ]