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Aaron Cyrus: February 29th,20XX

Every time I remembered my earlier actions, an intense wave of nausea washed over me and made me curl into my stomach.

What was it? Why had I acted like that?

All I could remember was seeing that guy running toward Archer with that knife in hand. I'd been so far away, but I felt like I'd been mere inches away from the scene as it had happened.

The fear in Archer's face, Eva's crying face as she sprinted towards danger, Tillo, who had been unconscious on the ground with blood coming out of his neck. I'd seen it all as I'd flown into the building.

I'd been angry, but not to the level of murder.

I wasn't a violent person in general, but that had become especially true as I'd had that accident a few years back.

God. The look on Archer's face as he'd yelled at me.

I'd likely retraumatized that poor kid.