[Familiar as he is with peering into the memories of others thanks to Empathy, this has been a whole different ballgame. Every time he's jerked through someone else's memories, he's left feeling - well. Like the soul's been sucked out of his body, hah.
Which is why his hands are both braced against the oven door by the time his vision clears and his senses start to drift back to the present time. The lingering borrowed emotions are still strong, pushing at his heart with their tendrils of determination and dedication and fondness for comrades that aren't his, but were, for a moment.
Now that the adrenaline - also borrowed - is quickly wearing off along with the last cobwebs of memory, he takes a breath in and just. Lets himself sink the short distance to the floor, kneeling for a moment. NAP TIME.]
—Hah... Don't think I'll be getting used to this one, this week.
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Which is why his hands are both braced against the oven door by the time his vision clears and his senses start to drift back to the present time. The lingering borrowed emotions are still strong, pushing at his heart with their tendrils of determination and dedication and fondness for comrades that aren't his, but were, for a moment.
Now that the adrenaline - also borrowed - is quickly wearing off along with the last cobwebs of memory, he takes a breath in and just. Lets himself sink the short distance to the floor, kneeling for a moment. NAP TIME.]
—Hah... Don't think I'll be getting used to this one, this week.