You can see the exact moment she understands what is happening, the way her confusion and anger give way to a genuine terrified panic. She claws at the arm of the smiling man who is slowly pushing her into what appears to be a fiery self-contained globe, screaming. No, no, I can't die like this! Not here! I can't--
You want to run for her, your feet scrabbling at the ground for a second, but your arm is held in an inexorable grip; you are locked in place by someone far stronger than you are.
But then she disappears, and the sound of her screaming cuts off abruptly.
The memory is over, and the woman jerks back, falling over even in her seated position, staring at him in horror.
"You-- who the hell do you think you are, just touching me like that?!"
Re: THE GALLERY OF MEMORIES
You can see the exact moment she understands what is happening, the way her confusion and anger give way to a genuine terrified panic. She claws at the arm of the smiling man who is slowly pushing her into what appears to be a fiery self-contained globe, screaming. No, no, I can't die like this! Not here! I can't--
You want to run for her, your feet scrabbling at the ground for a second, but your arm is held in an inexorable grip; you are locked in place by someone far stronger than you are.
But then she disappears, and the sound of her screaming cuts off abruptly.
The memory is over, and the woman jerks back, falling over even in her seated position, staring at him in horror.
"You-- who the hell do you think you are, just touching me like that?!"