[ He pretty much retches the question; the smell of a gutted corpse will always be so foul. It has none of the sweetness of days-old rot, right at that window right before bloating and desiccating. It's just the smell of bile and shit and whatever's been going through digestion prior to death, and the rancid-sourness that spills into the air is plain disgusting.
But about the eye. It's the most pressing curiosity-fuelled question that he has. It's maddening, every time he sees the eyepatch, and Tetora always wants to rip it off just to look under the leather, as if the scars will tell him the full story on their own. In answer to his own question - in trade for a proper story, hopefully - Tetora taps his right eye. ]
We see each other. The other clones. We can see through each other's eyes - but just the one. Whenever one of us goes off the grid, it's usually because they cut it out, or someone else cut it for them.
[ Tetora, as always an anomaly, managed to figure out how to get the sight on both. (Miwa. It's always Miwa. Living on in him when her own body had given up.) ]
All of our memories are stored in that eye, too. They're important to us. That's why I wanna know.
if it's any consolation that thread went south really quickly
[ He pretty much retches the question; the smell of a gutted corpse will always be so foul. It has none of the sweetness of days-old rot, right at that window right before bloating and desiccating. It's just the smell of bile and shit and whatever's been going through digestion prior to death, and the rancid-sourness that spills into the air is plain disgusting.
But about the eye. It's the most pressing curiosity-fuelled question that he has. It's maddening, every time he sees the eyepatch, and Tetora always wants to rip it off just to look under the leather, as if the scars will tell him the full story on their own. In answer to his own question - in trade for a proper story, hopefully - Tetora taps his right eye. ]
We see each other. The other clones. We can see through each other's eyes - but just the one. Whenever one of us goes off the grid, it's usually because they cut it out, or someone else cut it for them.
[ Tetora, as always an anomaly, managed to figure out how to get the sight on both. (Miwa. It's always Miwa. Living on in him when her own body had given up.) ]
All of our memories are stored in that eye, too. They're important to us. That's why I wanna know.