”Echo, would you like a treatment?”Echo looked up, lowering her paintbrush and giving a small acknowledging nod before getting up from the floor; letting her handler lead her upstairs to the imprint room. She felt the pain in each imprint; the added memories becoming part of her already collective mind. At first it had been hard to sort through
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"What sort of treatment, my dear?" he asked softly.
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"They help me to be my best."
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"It's peaceful but sometimes it hurts." More than just sometimes.
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