[Abduxel sees, feels and tastes every memory himself, making this something of a painful rollercoaster even for him; his fists are clenched, brows furrowed for the duration, throat tight. But unlike for Ellie, once the memories end the feelings are washed away, and replaced with an influx of satisfaction. Ah, yes, delicious memory.
He's mildly startled as Ellie reacts so violently, so viscerally.
His face is calm, impassive, searching. Softly, comfortingly:]
Ellie.
[He reaches a hand across the table, not that he expects her to actually take it; but it's a gesture, nonetheless.]
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He's mildly startled as Ellie reacts so violently, so viscerally.
His face is calm, impassive, searching. Softly, comfortingly:]
Ellie.
[He reaches a hand across the table, not that he expects her to actually take it; but it's a gesture, nonetheless.]
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