The two experiences are, at last, beginning to meld, but only in the sense that the long and torturous process of dealing with the assault is now creeping in with Cade's simmering terror. He would rather just be murdered, than be asked about this while feeling like this.
"I don't know," he says, his voice breaking with genuine despair. "I don't remember, I don't remember..." He buries his face in his hands, still clutching the blanket, muffling in the fabric what sounds suspiciously like quiet sobs.
It's a nightmare being asked over and over again, in different situations, by different accusers, a question that he can't answer. Here, shut in a room and cornered by a man whom Cade knows for his... proclivities, it's too much.
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Date: 2016-04-06 05:09 am (UTC)"I don't know," he says, his voice breaking with genuine despair. "I don't remember, I don't remember..." He buries his face in his hands, still clutching the blanket, muffling in the fabric what sounds suspiciously like quiet sobs.
It's a nightmare being asked over and over again, in different situations, by different accusers, a question that he can't answer. Here, shut in a room and cornered by a man whom Cade knows for his... proclivities, it's too much.