[instead of looking at him oddly, or asking him to explain, there's a thoughtful look on their face, truly considering his words. in a way, they understand - know what it is to lose part of what makes one themselves, things that linger in an innate way.
the question then becomes how one copes. some disappear, some go mad. in that crumbling city, some of them became parasites. losing track of the self, until all that was left was howls, teeth, and the desperation to survive.
if this man loses too much, what will become of him? if he falters, and what is contained spills over to poison the ground.
instead of saying that, they jerk their head in a different direction from the one he was intending, deciding to step up and lead. there are better places to have conversations like this, where the city doesn't listen in a hundred ears.]
You're left adrift without a map or a trail to walk down. Things that were familiar to grasp are now not there. Branches broken under your feet, gone from the rot. Do I have the measure of it?
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the question then becomes how one copes. some disappear, some go mad. in that crumbling city, some of them became parasites. losing track of the self, until all that was left was howls, teeth, and the desperation to survive.
if this man loses too much, what will become of him? if he falters, and what is contained spills over to poison the ground.
instead of saying that, they jerk their head in a different direction from the one he was intending, deciding to step up and lead. there are better places to have conversations like this, where the city doesn't listen in a hundred ears.]
You're left adrift without a map or a trail to walk down. Things that were familiar to grasp are now not there. Branches broken under your feet, gone from the rot. Do I have the measure of it?