[Something inserts itself into the internal narrative of her thoughts, something flinching and pained. It breaks the current flow of conversation into myriad particles, pinwheeling in frantic directions. They cannot pull away. They can do nothing but feel a ghost of someone else's pain echo across her nervous system and fade again, like a firework cracking out across the dark of some nameless sky.]
no subject
Are you?
[Surely that, too, is important.]
Did they...
[No.]
[Not again not again not again ]
They did something to you?