it seems like this is going well... the conversation is well on its way to its conclusion, and yet rather than be relieved, six's ears flatten themselves against his head. he still feels like something isn't quite right.
he falls quiet as he tries to make sense of what he wants to say, but it takes him a while. too often he forgets that the world continues to turn even while he's caught up in his own head. ]
You say you don't feel nothing as a daemon, and yet you must have felt strongly about this... for it to be felt at all.
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it seems like this is going well... the conversation is well on its way to its conclusion, and yet rather than be relieved, six's ears flatten themselves against his head. he still feels like something isn't quite right.
he falls quiet as he tries to make sense of what he wants to say, but it takes him a while. too often he forgets that the world continues to turn even while he's caught up in his own head. ]
You say you don't feel nothing as a daemon, and yet you must have felt strongly about this... for it to be felt at all.
Should I have not said anything?