[ he sleeps and recovers, but never quite shakes the feeling that something isn't right, as though he's sitting outside of himself. He doesn't know why -- but most of the time, he's able to shake away that feeling or ignore it. Obviously things are as they should be. Obviously nothing is amiss. Everything is fine.
The first time he calls Warren amatus, his feels wrong.
But something shrieks in his mind, and he forgets that feeling all over again.
He follows Warren's instructions and directions dutifully -- little tests, probably, that he passes with flying colors. By the time he feels well enough, some of his sass returns -- muted, of course, and tentative, as though testing the waters -- and a sense of restlessness. ]
If I didn't know better, I'd think you were keeping me prisoner here.
no subject
The first time he calls Warren amatus, his feels wrong.
But something shrieks in his mind, and he forgets that feeling all over again.
He follows Warren's instructions and directions dutifully -- little tests, probably, that he passes with flying colors. By the time he feels well enough, some of his sass returns -- muted, of course, and tentative, as though testing the waters -- and a sense of restlessness. ]
If I didn't know better, I'd think you were keeping me prisoner here.