[ pulls back, finally releasing Naoya from his grip. ]
[ there are memories, if Naoya chooses to peruse them -- memories of mundane faces, people catching on fire as they throw themselves into brooks, a child being smashed into the concrete floor -- those are ones that aren't underneath barriers. ]
[ Zelman props himself in a sitting position on the bed. he's feeling a little hazy...the intoxication is transferring to him through Naoya's blood. ]