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"There is this man in my flashes....in my memory." Callan voiced out to Kamara, "He was in the cell with me, and he suffered as I did. But, he was always protecting me. Always."
"What does he look like?" She asked curiously.
He pulled back and turned to face her, "It's always flashes, so I don't know exactly what he looks like. But, he has blue eyes like mine.. ."he paused,"..