"Oh, so–!" Martin's reply was muffled by the shirt draping over his head; he fidgeted, twisting the thing around to find armholes and get all that taken care of. Busier work than necessary, really, but it felt really surreal to do something so mundane. It felt...ages ago, even if it wasn't.
Was it? He started to doubt the knowledge he'd had when he stepped across the threshold. It's what any normal person would've done, after all, and that's almost what he was.
While he fished his hand out of a sleeve, his nose scrunched up a bit and a small, crooked smile pulled on his mouth – He keeps having to find me out in the wilderness... – though only for a moment. If he was even looking this time.
Dressed, he shifted, climbing up off his knees and to his feet, letting his toes curl into the dirt, all cold and grainy. He turned his head into a lethargic kind of breeze and let it push his bangs away from his eyes for him, squinting a little. Needlessly; it didn't feel so bright as it once did, but there was more color. It was colder, too. He'd been bred to better adapt to those things before, but that was over. Slowly he turned his head toward where Bariyan had gestured moments ago. That way...
Martin looked back at him and stared for a length of time. Miserable, always, but the scowl was gone. He'd even smiled...had he ever done that on Martin's behalf before? He couldn't remember. Something like that...wasn't sought after before. Perhaps if he'd wondered on it moments before donning flesh again...
Not right now. He blinked a few times, shoulders going up with a deep breath, looking around again. Well...if he wants to be out here, it's fine. But that didn't stop him from feeling the little pinpricks of worry at the thought of others he'd known before. Others he'd hurt. Really hurt...
He'd already decided, however. Agreed, signed and sealed. With that firmly in mind, he sat back down at Bariyan's side, drawing his knees up and wrapping his arms around them.
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Was it? He started to doubt the knowledge he'd had when he stepped across the threshold. It's what any normal person would've done, after all, and that's almost what he was.
While he fished his hand out of a sleeve, his nose scrunched up a bit and a small, crooked smile pulled on his mouth – He keeps having to find me out in the wilderness... – though only for a moment. If he was even looking this time.
Dressed, he shifted, climbing up off his knees and to his feet, letting his toes curl into the dirt, all cold and grainy. He turned his head into a lethargic kind of breeze and let it push his bangs away from his eyes for him, squinting a little. Needlessly; it didn't feel so bright as it once did, but there was more color. It was colder, too. He'd been bred to better adapt to those things before, but that was over. Slowly he turned his head toward where Bariyan had gestured moments ago. That way...
Martin looked back at him and stared for a length of time. Miserable, always, but the scowl was gone. He'd even smiled...had he ever done that on Martin's behalf before? He couldn't remember. Something like that...wasn't sought after before. Perhaps if he'd wondered on it moments before donning flesh again...
Not right now. He blinked a few times, shoulders going up with a deep breath, looking around again. Well...if he wants to be out here, it's fine. But that didn't stop him from feeling the little pinpricks of worry at the thought of others he'd known before. Others he'd hurt. Really hurt...
He'd already decided, however. Agreed, signed and sealed. With that firmly in mind, he sat back down at Bariyan's side, drawing his knees up and wrapping his arms around them.