[He still stares at her a little blankly before the memories start rushing back to him. Immediately his face pales as he looks at his hands that are still in their clawed form.]
What... What was I...
[And that sinking feeling of dread soon fills him as he instinctively steps back away from her.
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What... What was I...
[And that sinking feeling of dread soon fills him as he instinctively steps back away from her.
Because once again.
He lost control, fell under some kind of curse.
And once again—
He tried to kill her.]