But they don't seem to notice the hand at first. Their gaze is still glued to the stage as the scene continues, shifting tracks from denial to anger, to despair. It's hard to hear the words over the sudden increase in rumbling and creaking from the chairs in the distance - only snippets, something about "this body", a awful, screaming cry of "furniture" - but the words reach them nonetheless.
They stare at him. And- ]
.... You know, it's funny. Sometimes you sound just like him.
[ They take his hand.
And in response, the stage begins to blur and change once more, echoing something that he had no right to know. But this time there's no show, only an inky, swirling darkness. How strange. ]
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[ So, yes.
But they don't seem to notice the hand at first. Their gaze is still glued to the stage as the scene continues, shifting tracks from denial to anger, to despair. It's hard to hear the words over the sudden increase in rumbling and creaking from the chairs in the distance - only snippets, something about "this body", a awful, screaming cry of "furniture" - but the words reach them nonetheless.
They stare at him. And- ]
.... You know, it's funny. Sometimes you sound just like him.
[ They take his hand.
And in response, the stage begins to blur and change once more, echoing something that he had no right to know. But this time there's no show, only an inky, swirling darkness. How strange. ]