Well, its body is definitely extremely suited to adapt. [ Konstantin smiles a little grimly again. It's very much an unpleasant thought, this disgusting little beast that's able to shift its body so well. And he has no idea that Kieren's actually seen the thing for himself, by now, so he's trying to be careful what he says, not wanting to disgust him.... ]
I believe its body is made perfectly for space, and to adapt to it — to those particular types of changes and circumstances specifically. But this atmosphere... I suppose it just can't adapt so well, here. It has to have a host to protect it, and even then... I'm not always enough protection.
[ He's not sure it would need a host body, up in its natural habitat. He doubts there are many warm-bodied creatures for it to hide inside of. Perhaps it only forced its way into him out of desperation, fear, as they plummeted to Earth.
Something changes. Konstantin feels it, deeper now than he could before, when he was keeping a careful and intentional distance from those threads. Now, focusing on Kieren's the way he is.... something leaks through — surprise, then much worse, an ache, a bitterness. A loss.
The older man's mouth sags into a frown as he stares over at him, eyes widening. This thread... is how his village feels? His home? And as he thinks more about it, listening to the boy's words, he can paint a mental image to go along with them. Isolation, and a small amount of people, and mist. The feel of the woods, cold and quiet. He knows what it is to need escape, to need to get away, even if for very different reasons.
(Kieren was hated? Before... before this happened to him? Why would that be?) ]
....I'm sorry. [ Konstantin starts there, and the emotions that ripple back from him are genuine sorry, and genuine concern. Being able to feel what Kieren feels makes it all so much worse, makes it hit so much deeper, and yet Konstantin can't imagine pulling away from the way he ordinarily would need to. How could he? ]
Were you really so different from the rest of them?
[ Voiced quietly, eyes soft. For him to be hated... 'Someone like me.' It's as though he was some sort of... outsider, even before he became the way he is now. ]
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I believe its body is made perfectly for space, and to adapt to it — to those particular types of changes and circumstances specifically. But this atmosphere... I suppose it just can't adapt so well, here. It has to have a host to protect it, and even then... I'm not always enough protection.
[ He's not sure it would need a host body, up in its natural habitat. He doubts there are many warm-bodied creatures for it to hide inside of. Perhaps it only forced its way into him out of desperation, fear, as they plummeted to Earth.
Something changes. Konstantin feels it, deeper now than he could before, when he was keeping a careful and intentional distance from those threads. Now, focusing on Kieren's the way he is.... something leaks through — surprise, then much worse, an ache, a bitterness. A loss.
The older man's mouth sags into a frown as he stares over at him, eyes widening. This thread... is how his village feels? His home? And as he thinks more about it, listening to the boy's words, he can paint a mental image to go along with them. Isolation, and a small amount of people, and mist. The feel of the woods, cold and quiet. He knows what it is to need escape, to need to get away, even if for very different reasons.
(Kieren was hated? Before... before this happened to him? Why would that be?) ]
....I'm sorry. [ Konstantin starts there, and the emotions that ripple back from him are genuine sorry, and genuine concern. Being able to feel what Kieren feels makes it all so much worse, makes it hit so much deeper, and yet Konstantin can't imagine pulling away from the way he ordinarily would need to. How could he? ]
Were you really so different from the rest of them?
[ Voiced quietly, eyes soft. For him to be hated... 'Someone like me.' It's as though he was some sort of... outsider, even before he became the way he is now. ]