[ Manon grits his teeth. The pressure here is much stronger than anything he’s gone up against before, and maybe normally, maybe a few months ago, he could have pushed back. But now? It’s much harder. He’s weak in so many senses, and though his eye glances around to the familiar faces that he’s “met” before now, still. He relents.

There’s not much point in keeping a secret he doesn’t even want to keep, really. He just doesn’t want everyone to know. To know him. ]

Papers. [ He spits it out with a laugh, but still, even trying to pull back this memory— It’s difficult. Fuzzy in a way that he suddenly knows, because it’s his first time thinking about it again. ] It was just papers when I was supposed to go kill…

[ He cuts off with a slightly pained noise, because the memory is hard to grip, getting even more indistinct and patchy as he pulls it forward. ]

Some Meridian. Voreen. Got the file from Kathova as usual, but there were others out. It’s... hard to remember. I'm guessing some asshole in between made sure I wouldn't remember.