[ .. he knows how to close his mind down. that's.. pretty new for tretij. it wouldn't stop him if he was really determined, of course, because there are few things that can.. but it's mostly idle interest at this point. and anyway, he wants to talk about this person with eli. he withdraws once more, subsiding to simply projecting once more.
the question earns a mild, puzzled blink behind the lenses of his mask. he's never been asked that before.
monster. maybe. he touches fingers to the words on his straitjacket, then lets them drop away again. a moment later, he projects a dizzying series of images-- bright lights silhouetting a figure overhead, the sensation of hard straps digging into arms and legs, darkness, the feeling of being utterly isolated. it fades quickly, and he picks at a scar on the back of one skinny hand. kept separate. ]
no subject
the question earns a mild, puzzled blink behind the lenses of his mask. he's never been asked that before.
monster. maybe. he touches fingers to the words on his straitjacket, then lets them drop away again. a moment later, he projects a dizzying series of images-- bright lights silhouetting a figure overhead, the sensation of hard straps digging into arms and legs, darkness, the feeling of being utterly isolated. it fades quickly, and he picks at a scar on the back of one skinny hand. kept separate. ]