[He nods, swallowing hard. He wants to say something; it'd be good right now to reassure her that he's fine, right? Look at him, isn't he fine? He's standing, he can walk.
But no words come out of his mouth just yet. All he can do is grip onto her hands and squeeze his eyes closed, as if he could shut out this entire situation. From his consciousness, from reality entirely. Maybe they'll walk a few steps like this, and he'll open his eyes, and suddenly they'll be back in the colony, and nothing would have changed forever. If the images on the walls aren't real, maybe none of it is—
If he hopes hard enough.]
'm fine . . .
[He finally, barely, does manage that. It doesn't sound very convincing. Shit, is that really what he sounds like?]
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But no words come out of his mouth just yet. All he can do is grip onto her hands and squeeze his eyes closed, as if he could shut out this entire situation. From his consciousness, from reality entirely. Maybe they'll walk a few steps like this, and he'll open his eyes, and suddenly they'll be back in the colony, and nothing would have changed forever. If the images on the walls aren't real, maybe none of it is—
If he hopes hard enough.]
'm fine . . .
[He finally, barely, does manage that. It doesn't sound very convincing. Shit, is that really what he sounds like?]