R'lissea sat quietly as I stumbled through the vision, sharing everything I remembered from the color of the carpet to the strange feeling I got looking at the female inquisitor. When I got to the part where I lost control and took us to the warehouse, I started to cry again.
"Shh, it's okay," R'lissea said, hugging me tightly.
"I-I'm sorry," I rubbed tears away. "It's just, I–"
"There's nothing to be sorry about. It's okay to feel sad or ashamed. Don't hide from it anymore. Feel it. Embrace it. Overcome it."
"I'll try."
