She doesn't look surprised, and Jim was not prepared for how much it bothers him that other people know about that. His first reflex is to get angry, upset that someone else has been spreading it around... but he can't. He wasn't the only one who suffered, wasn't the only one affected by his bestial transformation. The hot flash of anger is quickly cooled by guilt at the reminder, and he nods, not quite making eye contact.
Besides, he has reading to do, once she's done writing her next message. Jim frowns as he slowly parses the old language, thinking. He's not sure what the hell a Great One is, unless that's what the little messenger people drew in one of the other sketches he's holding, which he shows to Adia with a shrug. "They not pa'shi being whaht orr who ikh, but it runah having also. Not thinking it being innen Nightmarr." His body language is rather rigid, closed-off, as much to himself as it is to outsiders. Time has begun to dull the sharp edges of that place, though he can't imagine ever wanting to talk about it in detail. But he can't avoid the memories, and it's with great reluctance that he sets his jaw and tries to sort through what he does remember, to find a possible answer to a question he didn't even know he'd need to ask. "Greyat One being runah giver? Or Luna?" Because he does remember the moon...
The mention of some kind of expert gets his attention, though the name isn't familiar. It isn't until she draws a stick man and sketches a cage around his head that Jim recognizes who she must be talking about, and a scowl steals across his expression. Of course. Of course that man would know. They were all in his head, weren't they? "Him," he mutters unhappily.
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Besides, he has reading to do, once she's done writing her next message. Jim frowns as he slowly parses the old language, thinking. He's not sure what the hell a Great One is, unless that's what the little messenger people drew in one of the other sketches he's holding, which he shows to Adia with a shrug. "They not pa'shi being whaht orr who ikh, but it runah having also. Not thinking it being innen Nightmarr." His body language is rather rigid, closed-off, as much to himself as it is to outsiders. Time has begun to dull the sharp edges of that place, though he can't imagine ever wanting to talk about it in detail. But he can't avoid the memories, and it's with great reluctance that he sets his jaw and tries to sort through what he does remember, to find a possible answer to a question he didn't even know he'd need to ask. "Greyat One being runah giver? Or Luna?" Because he does remember the moon...
The mention of some kind of expert gets his attention, though the name isn't familiar. It isn't until she draws a stick man and sketches a cage around his head that Jim recognizes who she must be talking about, and a scowl steals across his expression. Of course. Of course that man would know. They were all in his head, weren't they? "Him," he mutters unhappily.