[She can yank its hand off, if she wants. So long as she isn't sitting down. The Soldier's eyes are on her chair, like it might actually bite her, or reach out and bite it. It can even feel the phantom hands on its back and arms, urging it to take her place, like it's supposed to. The Soldier plants its feet, not going anywhere near that thing.]

There was a Chair. They'd put me in it before and after missions. Take my memories. I can't. I can't see that happen to anyone else. Even if it ain't real. I can't watch.