"Sometimes I wake up in the night, and I can't figure out why. I just...sit up in the darkness, with my heart hammering and my head aching, afraid of something that I can't pinpoint."
"Yeah?"
"Mm-hm. I usually think that it must've just been a bad dream or something...but then I remember. It wasn't a nightmare. It was real."
"A memory. I guess that makes sense; we've been through hell a few times."
"Yeah. I remember pain, and confusion, and frustration, and way too much red light. Being able to think, but not being in control of my own body. Being used like a puppet."
"PAMA."
"I don't...I don't think I'll ever forget that. It was too horrible."
"Me neither. Well, I wasn't controlled for as long, but-"
"But it was still like living in a nightmare. That kind of experience, that possession, it's something that taints your mind forever. You can never really scrub away the feeling of not being controlled."
