[Her hand is so small, and when it brushes his, his heart seizes in fear, like she'll see through him, self-conscious of every little change that he had before just chalked up to the missing years, as if he doesn't look exactly the same to the others as he did the first day he woke up here.
It's a strange feeling, being disoriented in one's own body.]
I hope she's ready, she has quite a job ahead of her.
[His voice is still rough with unshed tears, but... that's a joke? Or a statement of fact??]
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It's a strange feeling, being disoriented in one's own body.]
I hope she's ready, she has quite a job ahead of her.
[His voice is still rough with unshed tears, but... that's a joke? Or a statement of fact??]