[The music pauses. Her fingers hover over the keys.
Yes. In ways you can't imagine. They hurt me over and over. They made me break and they put me back together. They put me back together to break me again.
To this day, she still doesn't know how long she'd been in the cells. Sometimes, she swears she'd been in the darkness for years. Other days, she wonders if it was real at all.
Hanna doesn't look at him now. She only shrugs. She has no physical scars to prove what had been done to her. She only has the memories and the clearly defined limits of her powers.
Her right index finger comes down on the piano softly. The tune is clearly unfinished, and the music barely progresses with how she continues.]
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Yes. In ways you can't imagine. They hurt me over and over. They made me break and they put me back together. They put me back together to break me again.
To this day, she still doesn't know how long she'd been in the cells. Sometimes, she swears she'd been in the darkness for years. Other days, she wonders if it was real at all.
Hanna doesn't look at him now. She only shrugs. She has no physical scars to prove what had been done to her. She only has the memories and the clearly defined limits of her powers.
Her right index finger comes down on the piano softly. The tune is clearly unfinished, and the music barely progresses with how she continues.]
It's a long story.