[That thread is still in progress, let me live. Anyway he awards her threat to go to Richie with a snort—she's not wrong. Look, he'll happily chat about all sorts of things. Just, y'know, not himself. Which is, of course, the part of that debacle that Sandra chooses to focus on. Still, Sandra's the closest he's got to common ground in all this, so he'll only hesitate a little, before trying to tackle the topic. ...Not that he's going to be particularly good at it. He hums in a hedging kind of way. But then—]
Sort of. Guess it's hard to explain. [It doesn't...not hurt. But it's more in the disorienting full-sense snap-crackle of the Overload kicking him back, or the psychosomatic anticipation of what he thinks he ought to feel that does it. Like the Transistor is just doing its best to provide feedback with what information it's got.] ...Not the way it used to, in any case.
[It would be too much to expect that being able to walk around like himself would be quite the same as being himself again. Feeling just about anything like he's really alive again—pain or otherwise. When it comes down to it, it's still just another function.]
Different for you, I guess.
[Despite the surface similarities, it tends to be.]
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Sort of. Guess it's hard to explain. [It doesn't...not hurt. But it's more in the disorienting full-sense snap-crackle of the Overload kicking him back, or the psychosomatic anticipation of what he thinks he ought to feel that does it. Like the Transistor is just doing its best to provide feedback with what information it's got.] ...Not the way it used to, in any case.
[It would be too much to expect that being able to walk around like himself would be quite the same as being himself again. Feeling just about anything like he's really alive again—pain or otherwise. When it comes down to it, it's still just another function.]
Different for you, I guess.
[Despite the surface similarities, it tends to be.]