[ He literally could not give a single shit about your dining chair, mate.
His hands go to his knees, and he leans heavily on them as he bends forwards. His eyes wide in his panic. The reasonable logic of not having a heart that beats is lost on him. His heart's beating too fast, he's sure. Like it might explode in his chest. All he can utter in reply is a whimpering moan, half-fright, half-panic. No, not alright.
It knows. It knows him. How could it tell him so vividly of his own memories, a sharpness even more deadly than his rebooting mind could ever hope to punish him with? ]
Stop it, please stop it—! [ He hisses it through gritted teeth to the voice, and then with dim awareness of the familiar face before him: ] I can't, it's... it's talking.
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His hands go to his knees, and he leans heavily on them as he bends forwards. His eyes wide in his panic. The reasonable logic of not having a heart that beats is lost on him. His heart's beating too fast, he's sure. Like it might explode in his chest. All he can utter in reply is a whimpering moan, half-fright, half-panic. No, not alright.
It knows. It knows him. How could it tell him so vividly of his own memories, a sharpness even more deadly than his rebooting mind could ever hope to punish him with? ]
Stop it, please stop it—! [ He hisses it through gritted teeth to the voice, and then with dim awareness of the familiar face before him: ] I can't, it's... it's talking.