[ Ah. He should've seen this coming, he supposes, but it's too late to move away now.
He blinks down at the pool of long hair and limbs settled on his lap, listens to and digests what he's being told by equating it with the things he knows about transformations— namely, that he would probably resent it just as much if he were shackled to electrodes and made to be an experimental animal again. Being human isn't a gift for Oona, he realizes, just as much as he doesn't appreciate being the first successful human-animal hybrid; there are blessings in the form of curses, and it's that resigned offhandedness that he sympathizes with more than anything. ]
It won't be enough. [ He says, and realizes that that sounds as rude as it is excessively blunt. ] ...But you'll still be you, won't you.
[ Clumsy, clumsy. It's obvious he's fumbling a little. ]
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He blinks down at the pool of long hair and limbs settled on his lap, listens to and digests what he's being told by equating it with the things he knows about transformations— namely, that he would probably resent it just as much if he were shackled to electrodes and made to be an experimental animal again. Being human isn't a gift for Oona, he realizes, just as much as he doesn't appreciate being the first successful human-animal hybrid; there are blessings in the form of curses, and it's that resigned offhandedness that he sympathizes with more than anything. ]
It won't be enough. [ He says, and realizes that that sounds as rude as it is excessively blunt. ] ...But you'll still be you, won't you.
[ Clumsy, clumsy. It's obvious he's fumbling a little. ]