I remember stuff.
I remember as owen was lying towards his death on the dark yellow fields, awating his soon to come death.
I remember as Cash was lying dead on that miserable toilet, that meaningless floor covered in goddamn humidity was his foremost priority after all. This Cash was born to die at that wretched shithole.
On the other hand it was an alltogether different stream of feelings as I have watched Marie fade into the river for eternity.
Medussa.
My heart.

I remember it all like Bane remembers the first day.
Catch that invulniribility flowing through your veins, your aura intensifies.
All else falters.