[The memories of leaving Magda became convoluted; he could also remember her as a physically strong, fit, capable woman, whom he'd wooed and married and had a child with. He could remember Anya; he could remember the day she was born, the pride he felt when she took her first steps, said her first words.
His eyes stung, and each blink of his eyelashes was another stab, another reminder. He'd shed enough tears; he'd resolved, years ago, that once Shaw was dead he would never cry again. But those weren't memories he wanted to share, so the moment his thoughts wandered in that direction, he straightened, and slid the helmet back down over his head, caging, protecting his thoughts.]
That's enough. [His voice is steady, his cheeks dry. Shaw was gone, and the less time he wasted thinking on that monster, the better he would be.]
[Spam]
His eyes stung, and each blink of his eyelashes was another stab, another reminder. He'd shed enough tears; he'd resolved, years ago, that once Shaw was dead he would never cry again. But those weren't memories he wanted to share, so the moment his thoughts wandered in that direction, he straightened, and slid the helmet back down over his head, caging, protecting his thoughts.]
That's enough. [His voice is steady, his cheeks dry. Shaw was gone, and the less time he wasted thinking on that monster, the better he would be.]