[ She covers her mouth. She didn't even watch the video, she doesn't need to see what got put up on there. She watched the whole thing for anyone he thought she might know. He made her. In pain, freezing cold, injected with god knows what to make sure that she couldn't fall asleep, and even the muscle he hadn't cut through wouldn't move, and she didn't want to think about it- she kept repeating 'don't think about it' in her head, practically screaming in her thoughts as if it would drown out any memories. She didn't say anything for a while, kept her eyes down. When she finally looked up at Sun, the look in her eyes was that of someone who was trying so hard not to break down again. She couldn't stop herself from shaking. ]
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Why can't we forget things like this when we die?