[ A chessboard is in front of him. Roy picks up piece by piece to give each one thought. Foreign thoughts echo in his mind but it feels like they're his own. It's cloudy. There are names being said but he can't rightly hear them as he labels each type of chess piece with the name of someone he can't remember.
My pawn. My bishop. My rook. My knight. And worst of all, they've taken my queen.
He sees an old rickety two story wooden house from across a yard and a young blonde girl standing on the porch, sweeping and innocently humming to herself.
Then it's gone. Roy grabs onto the bed canopy pillar with a small gasp and clings to it to keep his balance. ]
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My pawn. My bishop. My rook. My knight. And worst of all, they've taken my queen.
He sees an old rickety two story wooden house from across a yard and a young blonde girl standing on the porch, sweeping and innocently humming to herself.
Then it's gone. Roy grabs onto the bed canopy pillar with a small gasp and clings to it to keep his balance. ]
W-What?