Micolash may be in the early stages of Nexus culture shock, but Mr. Orange has just arrived. He read the pamphlet, including the section about different worlds, but he has no way of knowing for sure whether Micolash is currently speaking entirely of experiences from his homeworld or experiences here in the Nexus.
Additionally, Freddy’s just been through a trauma! Talk of beasts ripping out hearts and minds falling to feverish madness is enough to stir up anxiety, particularly when coming from the weirdest sounding voice he’s ever heard outside movies and television. When Micolash goes to pat him a second time, Mr. Orange, tough guy, has gone pale, staring wide-eyed into the distance, his knees pulled up to his chest while he wrings his hands.
“Shit,” he says, voice calm but quiet, no longer concerned with offending Micolash. In fact, he's no longer speaking particularly to Micolash at all. “I fucked up, I deserve this” --a deep breath, before he does something really embarrassing because yes, those are tears he’s blinking back-- “I deserve this.”
He turns to Micolash, seeing him in new light. Could they really be compatriots? In time, will he too become a mad, rambling spirit in tattered clothes, driven insane by multiple deaths, accosting citizens with fragmentary accounts of past horrors?
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Additionally, Freddy’s just been through a trauma! Talk of beasts ripping out hearts and minds falling to feverish madness is enough to stir up anxiety, particularly when coming from the weirdest sounding voice he’s ever heard outside movies and television. When Micolash goes to pat him a second time, Mr. Orange, tough guy, has gone pale, staring wide-eyed into the distance, his knees pulled up to his chest while he wrings his hands.
“Shit,” he says, voice calm but quiet, no longer concerned with offending Micolash. In fact, he's no longer speaking particularly to Micolash at all. “I fucked up, I deserve this” --a deep breath, before he does something really embarrassing because yes, those are tears he’s blinking back-- “I deserve this.”
He turns to Micolash, seeing him in new light. Could they really be compatriots? In time, will he too become a mad, rambling spirit in tattered clothes, driven insane by multiple deaths, accosting citizens with fragmentary accounts of past horrors?