It takes a lot to keep him leveled. Even here, with the full funding of government labs and the unfettered access to experimental downers and uppers and cocktails that they wouldn't trust in a less resilient body than one they'd essentially manufactured themselves, it takes a lot to keep the reeling of his mind at bay. They've managed because everything is so bland here. There's no stimulus beyond what he creates with his sketching. They can account for that.
They hadn't accounted for her. They hadn't accounted for the fact that she'd want to save the person he used to be.
The charcoal crumbles in his grip before he shoves himself back from the table. It's easier to remember he's supposed to be breathing if he can curl up, knees to his chest, arms tight around himself.
"I'm-- Aaron."
The Tailor had had friends. He isn't the Tailor. His name is Aaron, and he's an orphan; and he has nothing and no one that isn't a dream.
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Date: 2013-01-03 07:02 am (UTC)They hadn't accounted for her. They hadn't accounted for the fact that she'd want to save the person he used to be.
The charcoal crumbles in his grip before he shoves himself back from the table. It's easier to remember he's supposed to be breathing if he can curl up, knees to his chest, arms tight around himself.
"I'm-- Aaron."
The Tailor had had friends. He isn't the Tailor. His name is Aaron, and he's an orphan; and he has nothing and no one that isn't a dream.