Taking Si Dong's hand to ensure he didn't get lost, I let him look out of my eyes. "They don't react to their environment," I explained to him before shoving a memory at him from when I woke up in Bin An Sha's medical room after I was first freed.
I let him feel the pounding of my heart, the terror, the need to find a small space or corner to hide. Not understanding that I was actually freed. I let him watch as Rip had to crouch down in front of me, calming me down.
Then I showed him pictures of the other women at Camp Hell… their reactions to being prisoners and not knowing what was going on. I had to wonder if he could taste the fear and desperation in the air like I could.
"They haven't once acted like a captive," grunted Si Dong, his voice sending goosebumps up and down my arms as he pulled me into his embrace.
The scene inside of my head shifted as I concentrated on the individual women.
