Olivia gasped, the sound sharp and sudden, as if something had struck her from within. Damon caught her just before she stumbled, arms tightening around her instinctively.
"What happened?" he asked, voice tight with concern.
But Olivia pushed him away with surprising force, staggering back until her shoulders hit the wall. Her eyes were wide and haunted.
"That—" she breathed, pressing a hand to her chest, "that wasn't my memory."
Damon blinked. "What do you mean?"
"I remember the cell. I remember dying," she said, her voice trembling. "But that... That moment just now! your face, your voice i have not lived it before. it wasn't mine. It felt real, Damon. It felt like I was there, but it wasn't me."
Damon stepped forward, cautious. "Olivia—"
She held up a hand to stop him. "Don't. Just.. don't come closer. I want you to leave." but he did not. He watched her confused and dreaded.
He froze, chest rising and falling like he'd just come out of battle. "I don't understand."
