(Sorry. I... couldn't think of a better way to phrase it.)
[He would have, if he could. Maybe if he wasn't freshly woken up. Or if he'd actually slept. Something like that. But he's also glad the judgment isn't there. That it's accepted so easily.]
(Doing as best I can. All things considered.) [Sometimes it's hard to remember, on top of everything else. But he's trying. He's doing his best.] (I'm not going back to sleep, so...)
[What does he remember?]
[Not a lot. Being taken. The first time they saw their captors. That ... day at the Arena. Bits and pieces of the fights. Occasional flashes of bright lights overhead, of being held down... like the dream just now. Hallways. Guard patrols.]
(Not a lot.) [He says, but lets those bits of memory filter through. Held back as much as possible. Just to show him a glimpse.]
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[He would have, if he could. Maybe if he wasn't freshly woken up. Or if he'd actually slept. Something like that. But he's also glad the judgment isn't there. That it's accepted so easily.]
(Doing as best I can. All things considered.) [Sometimes it's hard to remember, on top of everything else. But he's trying. He's doing his best.] (I'm not going back to sleep, so...)
[What does he remember?]
[Not a lot. Being taken. The first time they saw their captors. That ... day at the Arena. Bits and pieces of the fights. Occasional flashes of bright lights overhead, of being held down... like the dream just now. Hallways. Guard patrols.]
(Not a lot.) [He says, but lets those bits of memory filter through. Held back as much as possible. Just to show him a glimpse.]