He never remembers what happens on full moons, no matter how hard he tries. It's possible, he supposes, that those nights would still leave a shadow in his mind, however faint it might be, but—
He clenches his jaw, still doubtful. ]
And that's the only time?
[ Skepticism and anger in his voice to mask the confusion and the hurt.
... stupid, he admits, to feel hurt by the possibility of Vasquez betraying his trust and not righteously furious, but there it is – nagging at him like a sore, open wound rather than a white-hot flame. ]
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He never remembers what happens on full moons, no matter how hard he tries. It's possible, he supposes, that those nights would still leave a shadow in his mind, however faint it might be, but—
He clenches his jaw, still doubtful. ]
And that's the only time?
[ Skepticism and anger in his voice to mask the confusion and the hurt.
... stupid, he admits, to feel hurt by the possibility of Vasquez betraying his trust and not righteously furious, but there it is – nagging at him like a sore, open wound rather than a white-hot flame. ]
You swear on your life that's all it's been?