When he sees the-- what it is they're walking toward, the Bull's step stutters. You'd think he'd be used to it by now, that freefall in his mind, the desperate grasping for anything like something he understands, but it's like something in him's always like, 'well, things can't get any weirder than that, so I must be done, right?' Stupid. It's stupid. It's been making him think about Dorian, Vivienne, how cool and together they were about all that Fade stuff back then. Vivienne had been proud, walking in the Fade sort of a status thing for her, even if they'd decided not to tell any body, and Dorian had been all excited afterward, curious, trying to figure out everything he could. The Bull had put that stuff down to them just being weird because mages are weird, figured you probably get that way after being neck deep in the freaky crap since you were a kid, but lately it's been like...
He'd be doing a lot better if he was a little more like them, that's all. It's a weird realisation to have. He's never needed to be more like anyone else before. But for this, there's just no part of him that's going to be able to handle it.
He keeps walking toward the thing anyway. That's what Aden's doing. He listens to his footsteps echoing against the metal ramp and his mind is mostly empty.
Whenever Aden stops the Bull stops too, leans back against a wall, lets out a slow and heavy breath and crosses his arms and lets his gaze dart all over everything in the room. He tries not to think too hard about whatever it is he's looking at.
"I'm going to lose it at some point," he says calmly, matter of factly, still looking around. "Might not be pretty. Might be best if I leave first, get away from..." He pauses, sighs, goes on in a defeated kind of tone. "Wherever the shit this is now, I don't know. Seems like things are a little tense for you right now, probably better if I don't make trouble."
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He'd be doing a lot better if he was a little more like them, that's all. It's a weird realisation to have. He's never needed to be more like anyone else before. But for this, there's just no part of him that's going to be able to handle it.
He keeps walking toward the thing anyway. That's what Aden's doing. He listens to his footsteps echoing against the metal ramp and his mind is mostly empty.
Whenever Aden stops the Bull stops too, leans back against a wall, lets out a slow and heavy breath and crosses his arms and lets his gaze dart all over everything in the room. He tries not to think too hard about whatever it is he's looking at.
"I'm going to lose it at some point," he says calmly, matter of factly, still looking around. "Might not be pretty. Might be best if I leave first, get away from..." He pauses, sighs, goes on in a defeated kind of tone. "Wherever the shit this is now, I don't know. Seems like things are a little tense for you right now, probably better if I don't make trouble."