[ Bariyan keeps his silence. Not quite buzzed enough for that yet. So he waits, and he gets about three-quarters of the way through this next bottle in the meantime, and stops to let it settle in.
All right, now he's buzzed.
Bariyan leans back, holding a hand in front of his face. Clenching and unclenching his fist. ]
Sensation, mostly. [ A small lie; he does miss it, but not as much as other things. ] It was strange. At the beginning. Having to walk without feeling. I spent months trying to cope. [ Months, too, trying to avoid the rest of the world. Hoping that it had changed, and hoping that it hadn't. ] And. That's done with, now, but I still miss it all, even.... [ Pain, he's about to say, before he realizes that might be just slightly insensitive. Considering his current company.
He grins emptily. ]
That. Among other things. People. Dead, mostly. [ Or not. Bariyan turns away. Time to finish this bottle, too. ]
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All right, now he's buzzed.
Bariyan leans back, holding a hand in front of his face. Clenching and unclenching his fist. ]
Sensation, mostly. [ A small lie; he does miss it, but not as much as other things. ] It was strange. At the beginning. Having to walk without feeling. I spent months trying to cope. [ Months, too, trying to avoid the rest of the world. Hoping that it had changed, and hoping that it hadn't. ] And. That's done with, now, but I still miss it all, even.... [ Pain, he's about to say, before he realizes that might be just slightly insensitive. Considering his current company.
He grins emptily. ]
That. Among other things. People. Dead, mostly. [ Or not. Bariyan turns away. Time to finish this bottle, too. ]