[ He knows he didn't do it, he knows that the memories aren't his, but they flash as livid as his own. ]

It feels like...it was me. I could feel his emotions and thoughts and it was like wearing a second skin.

[ He shivers at remembering how he felt when his body was taken over, like he was watching himself through a screen. ]

There's others too, memories that aren't mine. But they feel like they are...I don't want to see them anymore.