He cups his ears, trying not to listen to His voice. Then shuts his eyes tight, hoping it will snap him out of his scary Wonderland memories.In spite of my demanding need to enter his head and learn about my past through his memories, I end up doing the total opposite. I realize I cherish the March’s friendship too much to sacrifice anything else.“Calm down, March.” I grip his hand tight. “You don’t have to continue the memory. Just snap out of it.”“I can’t,” he screams. “It won’t leave me alone. It won’t.”At least he is now aware of the situation. Earlier, he’d been so immersed in it he thought it was real. “You can.” I insist. “Just open your eyes and look at me.”“I’m afraid to.”“Think of it. If Him, I mean the Pillar, is scaring you in the memory then he isn’t here in the room. In real life.”“What did you say?” His hands cup his ears again. It seems as if he’s affected by a loud noise from the memory.I pull his hands away. “Listen to me!
