Date: 2019-02-24 05:51 pm (UTC)
epistemological: (hand at mouth)
[ For once, his thoughts don't go to Sasha. Instead, they go to Michael, or rather to Michael Shelley. To Helen, now.

'A full recovery'. Was something like that only available in another world, a kinder and brighter one?

It seemed like people hardly even survived brushes with the Entities in his world, let alone something like that. There's a vicious, awful, selfish, mean twinge inside of him at the idea, the idea of a 'full recovery' when his own soul feels like it's missing pieces. When he thinks of the bitterness in Michael's voice as he told his story. The way he'd screamed as he'd unbecome himself. He shoves it down, away.

Because that's only a part of him. The majority of him, most of him, is just glad that ultimately, someone got away. Someone got away, and that was... that was a good thing, even if he's sure he'll have a much less pleasant end.

Besides, Ford was here. Maybe his brother hadn't been the one to pay the price.]


I want to know a lot of things, Ford. And that one is... singularly intriguing, obviously.
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