.. Zeeman ?.

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Ziman sat in a small laboratory, which he'd found through a crevice, the entrance to the SCP Foundation lab. He himself couldn't remember. After his modest self had slammed him against the wall and turned him off, after the memory, Ziman began to blame himself for everything. His thoughts were spinning and unraveling, hot tears streaming from his eyes. He couldn't do this. No. Was this all because of him? His thoughts were like static, his body trembling slightly. He knew that sooner or later Sarah would notice the sudden surge of hormones and ask if everything was okay. But now he couldn't care less; the weight of everything had suddenly fallen like a heavy burden on his shoulders. Everything at once. For everything that was happening, the memories. About his silence. Maybe he was being selfish? Ziman pressed his back against the wall, tucking his legs in and hugging his knees. He thought everything would be as usual, he'd go get some supplies and come back, and then all this. He didn't want his friends to see him like this, he didn't want to talk about how he managed to end up in Zimus, he shouldn't have. He understood that. But it was so bad to realize that this was all because of him.