There's the tantalizing feeling that he should remember something he can't quite grasp, words and shapes and a cold enormity, but he can't make it coalesce.
(And Quatre's hunched misery is visible in every line of his body.)
"I don't remember," he says, after a long silent moment.
It's matter-of-fact. Not an accusation; just a quiet statement.
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Date: 2011-03-30 03:34 am (UTC)There's something --
There's the tantalizing feeling that he should remember something he can't quite grasp, words and shapes and a cold enormity, but he can't make it coalesce.
(And Quatre's hunched misery is visible in every line of his body.)
"I don't remember," he says, after a long silent moment.
It's matter-of-fact. Not an accusation; just a quiet statement.
(It feels like an admission of failure.)