He huffed a bit as he could feel it like blades trying to prune an apple; they were trying to get rid of something in there and he wasn’t exactly going to let them. Pushing back against the varied attacks in one way or another; clumsily at first… But as time went on his distractions were minimalized. There was a rhythm to their ‘blows’ and a sequence that he was slowly able to start following. He felt things crumble away only to be able to push back and replace them. They were looking to cut away who he was.
He could feel them trying to pluck the memories he had out of his head; he could feel them trying to twist the emotions that he felt into what they wanted him to. It was a long and strenuous process that yielded very little to them. For a being so young there wasn’t much that they could actually impact. The first meetings of many of his friends were so ironclad that it was scraping off of them without much change.
There was something else in there too; a deep pit of some kind that they tried to delve into. Tried to see what sort of being he was. They were pulled in and the scraping against the rest of his mind seemed to dwindle. It was a strange sensation that he wasn’t sure how to really explain it…
[338/1200]