Taran glanced at Preston and asked timidly," What do you remember?"
Preston looked down at the ground with a frown pasted onto his golden face." Pain, anger, paranoia, hate, pity, self-loathing, destruction, obsession....death." His frown grew into a twisted smile as he reached out and grabbed Taran's kneck. "Mostly I remember hunger!"
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