[It's so easy, to slip back into the familiar. Warm and lonely, like a second layer of skin between Him and Them. Like a sad mask. Like knowing nothing will ever be the way it once was.
Brian wishes he had sunglasses on, at least.
The answer isn't exactly satisfying, but he doesn't know what he expected. Maybe it's just the two of them, stuck in some kind of limbo. He's inclined to believe it's not a coincidence. There are rarely any.
The look in his eyes dulls, becomes less calculating, but it doesn't grow any warmer. Just dormant.]
So what now?
[He sounds lost, even to himself. Brian had a purpose, once. Now he has nothing.]
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Brian wishes he had sunglasses on, at least.
The answer isn't exactly satisfying, but he doesn't know what he expected. Maybe it's just the two of them, stuck in some kind of limbo. He's inclined to believe it's not a coincidence. There are rarely any.
The look in his eyes dulls, becomes less calculating, but it doesn't grow any warmer. Just dormant.]
So what now?
[He sounds lost, even to himself. Brian had a purpose, once. Now he has nothing.]