"No. Not since I killed myself in prison. I vaguely recall being moved, but that was only from touch.
"And you did not actually relive the story of my life. You did not spend your years in eternal fear from everyone you ever came across, strangers, orphans... Even wondering for seconds upon hours of every day if people would show one shred of the vaguest mercy to actually kill you or if you'd starve to death before that became a possibility, or If they'd hit you hard enough to kill you. Knowing if you made even one effort to move, or to even speak, you'd be rewarded with another attack? Forced to believe that you were and still are nothing but a piece of shit in everyone's eyes?" Walter stopped abruptly, knowing he was losing his composure, and forced himself to sum it up.
"You did not relive everything. Only what would hurt you and I the most. Probably to keep me in line if I awoke."