[He has that question, himself, but he doesn't... feel any different. His fingers flex loosely before he drops his hand down to his side, only to bring it up moments later to wipe the sweat from his face.]
Sorry y'... had t' see all that.
[There's no room for pretense, here. He feels like the human equivalent of a viciously deflated balloon.]
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[He has that question, himself, but he doesn't... feel any different. His fingers flex loosely before he drops his hand down to his side, only to bring it up moments later to wipe the sweat from his face.]
Sorry y'... had t' see all that.
[There's no room for pretense, here. He feels like the human equivalent of a viciously deflated balloon.]