[Instinctively, he resists. Something grabs hold of his arms and he fights back, thrashing even harder. But Romulus has always beent he larger, stronger twin. Even with the kind of strength that only really comes from being so focused on other things that you don't limit your own strength, Lonán can't fight Rommy well, especially not at this angle.

His screams give way to half-choked sobs and utterances - something like 'my fault', something like 'stop', and a few other words that get halfway out without turning into anything. His eyes are wide, but unseeing.

It lasts a minute, maybe two, but it's entirely too long before Lonán's teeth catch his tongue and he tastes blood. It hurts, but it's thankfully enough to finally drag him back out of the memory. He's still not here, not yet, but he goes still and quiet. His heart is racing and he's barely breathing, but he's not in the throes of whatever that was anymore.]