*It seems as though it's all happening again, the memory is so strong it's worse than all the nights it's kept him from sleeping and all the days it's kept him from thinking of much anything else. It physically feels as though it's reoccurring all over again, amplified somehow in his mind by the wraithlike creatures to make it take over his senses. Poisoned and regretful and breathing in water, Regulus dry-wretches inside his cabinet, with the locket and the dead searing in his memory.*
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Date: 2010-08-10 09:37 am (UTC)