[Without a timestamp hanging over the corner of the frame, is time passing? How can anyone check?]
Just... [Kept.] ...like that.
[He digs a finger into the skin of the opposite palm, hands still perched atop the camera in his lap. It might be out of Tim's line of sight, might not; at this point, it barely matters. He watches the skin bleach white-to-red-to-pale again. It doesn't happen like that, back there. The blood's slower, if it's moving at all.]
And it's not just the bl--not just your body. It's...like it's everything. Your head, or whatever. However you were when it...yeah.
[Terrified. Terrified and vicious. Not human--not even a walking tripod anymore, just a cornered animal. The image makes his skin crawl, but it feels right. Mostly right. Right enough. Enough that he doesn't want to say it out loud.]
[He thinks it's easier to get some distance, when he's here.]
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Just... [Kept.] ...like that.
[He digs a finger into the skin of the opposite palm, hands still perched atop the camera in his lap. It might be out of Tim's line of sight, might not; at this point, it barely matters. He watches the skin bleach white-to-red-to-pale again. It doesn't happen like that, back there. The blood's slower, if it's moving at all.]
And it's not just the bl--not just your body. It's...like it's everything. Your head, or whatever. However you were when it...yeah.
[Terrified. Terrified and vicious. Not human--not even a walking tripod anymore, just a cornered animal. The image makes his skin crawl, but it feels right. Mostly right. Right enough. Enough that he doesn't want to say it out loud.]
[He thinks it's easier to get some distance, when he's here.]
But then it wasn't.