He swallows, looking away. Amos had always given him hell, for his family, but it wasn't something he really liked to advertise. Not with Holden and Naomi.
But on the other hand.
She needed to know what she was dealing with.
"... Not like this." Or maybe like this. He didn't know. "It wasn't just - voices I didn't recognize. It was - my family, back home. Askin' me - why I left, why I -" It's getting harder to speak, and he has to abort that train of though as his throat threatens to seize up.
"... Point is, I was - I kept hearin' 'em, over and over, and I kept - I kept sweatin, like I was a sponge and somethin' was trying to ring me out. Like every last drop of water in my body was pourin' out of me onto the floor, and my - Naomi - I could see my bones, under my skin, like my muscles were just wastin' away and leavin' me a husk, and then my legs stopped workin'--"
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But on the other hand.
She needed to know what she was dealing with.
"... Not like this." Or maybe like this. He didn't know. "It wasn't just - voices I didn't recognize. It was - my family, back home. Askin' me - why I left, why I -" It's getting harder to speak, and he has to abort that train of though as his throat threatens to seize up.
"... Point is, I was - I kept hearin' 'em, over and over, and I kept - I kept sweatin, like I was a sponge and somethin' was trying to ring me out. Like every last drop of water in my body was pourin' out of me onto the floor, and my - Naomi - I could see my bones, under my skin, like my muscles were just wastin' away and leavin' me a husk, and then my legs stopped workin'--"