Remember? Remember what?
This doesn't feel right. Nothing feels right.
Someone is gripping your shoulders, talking to you, shaking you, but you can't seem to focus on them anymore.
You can't even hear them.
You can barely formulate any thoughts right now.
Nino: Remember, remember, everything that you didn't want to.
What are you supposed to remember? Your home? Your world? The war? It's all foggy details in your head. Scary, vague details of awful, awful memories.
How would you even do that? You can't just force yourself to remember. At least, you think that you can't.
You sure as hell don't want to try to remember any more anyway.
You don't know.
You don't know anything. And it is so, so frustratingly scary to be this lost.
You're starting to lose your vision of your surroundings.
Get out, get out, gET OUT, GET OUT! GET OUT!!!
But you-- You don't want to die!
But their legends live.
Legends never die.
The voice begins fading from your head.
Your mind is filled with questions.
Hundreds, thousands, millions of them.
But there is no sound anymore.
Oh god, are you dead?
You still are feeling something.
The feeling of fear.
A dead person would not feel anything anymore.
The realization slowly replaces your fear with hope.
Maybe you can force yourself awake.