"...Used to." He murmurs, voice low and soft and gentle. "And then I remember what it was like. Being stopped."
A lot of nothing.
A lot of cold. A lot of dark. A lot of numb- nothing. You are or you aren't. It's an absolute absence of everything that makes a person a person and he'd unwound in his own suit. The place he'd always expected to be in the last way he thought it'd ever happen.
Day 222 - afternoon - action
A lot of nothing.
A lot of cold. A lot of dark. A lot of numb- nothing. You are or you aren't. It's an absolute absence of everything that makes a person a person and he'd unwound in his own suit. The place he'd always expected to be in the last way he thought it'd ever happen.