[Today, Cass is dressed like a normal person. She's sitting in the cafeteria with a mug of tea, perched in a chair with her knees drawn up to her chest and her oversized sweater pulled over them so she's just a blob of blue fabric with arms. Even the hood is up. With her chin on her knees and her eyes on the tea, she speaks to the comm quietly.]
Had all the words. Could make them, if I wanted. Could write. Talked normal. Was normal.
Couldn't see bodies talking. Didn't need. [Her fist comes up to rub at her temple.] Makes headaches, now.
Does that... happen a lot? Was confusing. Was not fun.
Had all the words. Could make them, if I wanted. Could write. Talked normal. Was normal.
Couldn't see bodies talking. Didn't need. [Her fist comes up to rub at her temple.] Makes headaches, now.
Does that... happen a lot? Was confusing. Was not fun.
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28/9/12 00:34 (UTC)And he says a lot. All of it is relevant to her. When he's done, Cass is feeling a lot better than she had been.]
Yeah. Better to... help people.