[The other self insists on its separation from the first self. It sounds as tired as he must, the exhaustion of someone past their capacity to continue who nevertheless does, ggworn to a frictionless, unbraking persistence.
Exhausted past stopping. Exhausted past remembering how to.]
Oscar?
[There's doubt there, still barely spoken, but it's barely more than reflexive, a fading immune twitch against impossibility.
Golden eyes in a near stranger's face, and everything he now understands of the soul. It's not impossible. So little is impossible, he hardly sees the purpose of the word.]
no subject
Exhausted past stopping. Exhausted past remembering how to.]
Oscar?
[There's doubt there, still barely spoken, but it's barely more than reflexive, a fading immune twitch against impossibility.
Golden eyes in a near stranger's face, and everything he now understands of the soul. It's not impossible. So little is impossible, he hardly sees the purpose of the word.]