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He has been revising history since before he could remember. Thoughts and memories just seemed to drift through his mind all foggy and jagged, leaving him to piece things together as best as he could.
He had been revising history since before he could remember. Thoughts seemed to flow in and out of his mind in a foggy, jangled manner, and he always seemed to be piecing things together as best as he could.
To be owned is to be nothing. It's to be naught but the extension of another's will, to lack a true and defined existence of your own. It is the ultimate humiliation.