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They were just training.
Jackie had only been out of the medbay for a couple of days now–the doctor had given him a thumbs up that he was good enough to go–so a training session with Mr. Volt sounded like some much-needed practice!
He could do this!
There was nothing to be afraid of!
…
But he flinched.
…
He flinched.
…
Mr. Volt’s arm had only been momentarily approached, and he flinched.
He couldn’t help but flinch.
Hand squeezing around his throat.
Distant, unheard begs–cries!
It was all a flash in his mind… and he flinched.
He couldn’t help but flinch.
It was noticeable.
Sadly.
Regrettably.
…
Volt had caught the flinch and immediately put a stop to the session.
“How about we take a break?” Volt quickly suggests as he drops his training stance. He attempted to phrase it in such a way that Jackie wouldn’t feel possible guilt for the flinch.
It wasn’t his fault.
The screams of the subconscious that penetrate into small and uncontrollable actions are no one’s fault.