*He arches an eyebrow, but doesn't comment further on the bracelet, reaching for his mug and taking a drink of tea instead.*
"Odd" is not the word I would use.
*He thinks about the maze, and some of the rooms he has seen; remembers the stench of the blood at Klavier's murder scene, the things he's learned of the lives of those he left behind in Los Angeles and the friends that he has gained and lost. He takes a long drag on his cigarette, shifting a little to allow Kristoph to put up his feet*
I think "cruel" is more fitting, a great deal of the time. You spoke to Armin, I suppose.
*It's a statement, not a question, and his voice is flat. But at the last words he glances back at Kristoph for a moment, then looks down, then somewhat hesitantly rests his left hand on Kristoph's leg. His voice is quiet.*
I did something similar, once - in my own world. I think that at the time I almost believed that I was dead, or should be.
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Date: 2008-07-01 02:36 am (UTC)"Odd" is not the word I would use.
*He thinks about the maze, and some of the rooms he has seen; remembers the stench of the blood at Klavier's murder scene, the things he's learned of the lives of those he left behind in Los Angeles and the friends that he has gained and lost. He takes a long drag on his cigarette, shifting a little to allow Kristoph to put up his feet*
I think "cruel" is more fitting, a great deal of the time. You spoke to Armin, I suppose.
*It's a statement, not a question, and his voice is flat. But at the last words he glances back at Kristoph for a moment, then looks down, then somewhat hesitantly rests his left hand on Kristoph's leg. His voice is quiet.*
I did something similar, once - in my own world. I think that at the time I almost believed that I was dead, or should be.
But I am still here. And so are you.