"After a while, it's all you can hear. It's all you can think about. More than that. It's everything. It's you. You're it. Your entire existence takes place every 0.47 seconds. At first it's like your whole life flashing by twice every second over and over on an endless loop. Before long, your 'whole life' sort of starts to wash as if being drowned out by something else. "Forget" might not be the right word, but you definitely cease to remember. Memories are no longer a part of your being. Knowing is no longer. Whatever it is, it's everything that ever was and everything that ever will be. Everything."
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"It had been so long since the last time anything happened. I didn't have to try and explain anything. It didn't matter. He asked me what my name was. At that point, I honestly felt like if I were to have said anything besides 'Grudge Vessel', I would have been lying."