Bodies mean so little. Bodies come and bodies go and he has enough to spare so--
One. Everybody has one body. He knows that.
A body across the table doesn't mean much. The other patients flit in and out and around in spaces like this, never have anything much to say before drifting on again in the same half-dream the medication keeps them all in. Makes them 'even.' 'Stable.' Smile in a quiet dead way when they're prompted to.
The word is nothing. It's the voice that makes his charcoal stop, his eyes flit up. For a moment, they're intelligent. For a moment, he recognizes...
Who? Who can he possibly recognize? He's not real. His life hasn't been real. His memories aren't real.
His lips part to tell the half-memory she's not real, then close again. It's easier when his attention drops back to the paper. "... 've not got any deals today."
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Date: 2013-01-01 04:42 pm (UTC)One. Everybody has one body. He knows that.
A body across the table doesn't mean much. The other patients flit in and out and around in spaces like this, never have anything much to say before drifting on again in the same half-dream the medication keeps them all in. Makes them 'even.' 'Stable.' Smile in a quiet dead way when they're prompted to.
The word is nothing. It's the voice that makes his charcoal stop, his eyes flit up. For a moment, they're intelligent. For a moment, he recognizes...
Who? Who can he possibly recognize? He's not real. His life hasn't been real. His memories aren't real.
His lips part to tell the half-memory she's not real, then close again. It's easier when his attention drops back to the paper. "... 've not got any deals today."