[There's a ringing in his head, one that's enough to make him stagger as he presses his free hand against his forehead as if fighting off a headache.
There's no Phantom in these memories. The only people he knows are lying dead and mutilated at his feet, about to be dissolved and reassembled right in front of his eyes—
But no, that's not right either. That didn't happen...?]
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[There's a ringing in his head, one that's enough to make him stagger as he presses his free hand against his forehead as if fighting off a headache.
There's no Phantom in these memories. The only people he knows are lying dead and mutilated at his feet, about to be dissolved and reassembled right in front of his eyes—
But no, that's not right either. That didn't happen...?]