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    Eight froze. Wait... read her mind?? The octocat's thoughts subconsciously flashed through various torturous tests she was put through to be deemed 'worthy' of the Promised Land. She could hear the screams of her brothers and sisters around her as her eyes grew hazy. All she could smell was rotten blood and tears around her. The floor was always slick and slippery. The train carried each tired, destroyed soul from station to station. The bomb on her back exploded again and again without mercy.

  You broke a box, test failed. You stepped in enemy ink, test failed. You ran out of time, test failed.

  She was sick and tired of failing.


  Eight simply turned up to Iota, tense. She gently shook her head. Whatever the cat went through, she obviously didn't want to speak about it, even if she wanted to. Some things were better left forgotten. Some things were best left burried in the ground.

//you can decide if iota got a glimpse of Eight's thoughts c:

"SPEECH"

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#psychosocial.

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Iota tensed up at the sudden influx of thoughts that entered her mind. Horrible, excruciating thoughts of dying again and again, only to try and fail once more. She could smell the putrid smells Eight once smelled, and feel the pain she had once endured. Her every nerve was on end, shocking her body with each memory that flashed into her mind.

Having snapped out of her telepathic trance, she looked into Eight's eyes once more, her horns having soaked up as much traumatic information as possible that came from the octocat. "I see..." She didn't know what to say other than that; it wasn't something she could relate to at all. To take lives was one thing, but to be the one whose life has been taken numerous times over a long period of time was an awful feeling of its own. She looked away from Eight, forbidding herself to make eye contact as she had suddenly felt the pain she went through, and didn't want to twist the knife any further. "If you ever need anything, know that I -- no, we -- are here to help you. You're welcome into our family."