[There was a time he would have said I like it, smiling with the warm, tentative optimism of an eager novice. He pulls together quiet pragmatism in its stead, as tight as the blanket wrapped around him.]
He's right about them, and you're right about there being more to it than that. There's always some theme. [Pronounced like a foul taste in the mouth.] Or a lesson, or a punishment.
[He reaches out for another mushroom, brushing his fingers through the here and not-here of it. Black breaks and sifts away under his touch once more.]
I used to think it was to control us. I don't think it's so purposeful as that. Or if it is, it's less...
[He curls his hand into a fist, staring past the skeleton at something else unseen. His jaw works silently.]
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[There was a time he would have said I like it, smiling with the warm, tentative optimism of an eager novice. He pulls together quiet pragmatism in its stead, as tight as the blanket wrapped around him.]
He's right about them, and you're right about there being more to it than that. There's always some theme. [Pronounced like a foul taste in the mouth.] Or a lesson, or a punishment.
[He reaches out for another mushroom, brushing his fingers through the here and not-here of it. Black breaks and sifts away under his touch once more.]
I used to think it was to control us. I don't think it's so purposeful as that. Or if it is, it's less...
[He curls his hand into a fist, staring past the skeleton at something else unseen. His jaw works silently.]
It's not anything you need to worry about.