[He suffers the pressure and chafe of fabric on both sides of him with another measured breath. And with Knives so close, he can keep his voice low and soft when he answers, just a hint of a flat smile trying to egg him on.]
It is the truth. You're in my head all the time, now. Every part of you.
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It is the truth. You're in my head all the time, now. Every part of you.