It never was, but the excuses or means of understanding this unravel as Tidus sits there, listening to Connor parrot his words, what he expects to be Hank repeating him too. It drives him crazy -- being in the room, but not at the same time.
He's gone from leaning on his knees to the side of the chair, to back on his knees again, this time with a slouch. 'Here, this,' getting him to pick up his head to see the small piece of metal Connor pulls out, his stare on it intensifying as he realises what it is. Keeps his head from falling immediately, following Connor.
... Hank, less so. Is it sickness? Dying? Death is what he reads in that stupid scribble, which may or may not be aided by the agitation in his limbs, the heightened heart rate gained through this ordeal. Did he say something? Is this because of the post he made? Is this because the Head knows what he's been doing?
He breathes deeply, quietly; turns to Connor when he speaks. Hearing even the bare minimum of a familiar language giving him some kind of connection to his surroundings, which of the two better understand him secondary. ]
I don't know, [ he says slowly, insistently. Anxiously. ] I went out training for the day. It's my day off, and I've been going into the woods, practising my movement. I take a guy's chocobo with me. It's fun.
[ He's rambling some, but it's comforting to talk; to simply hear himself and a coherent string of words. ]
That's where the first time happened. The podcast I was listening to -- [ or whatever the Dualis word for those would be ] -- started making no sense... everyone was suddenly speaking a bunch of languages I couldn't understand. But I thought it was normal, you know? Maybe I didn't pay attention; maybe I...missed something.
[ Maybe it was part of the show. He glances at each of them before looking away. Stupid, he knows now. ]
I didn't think about it 'til it kept going on, so I went to change it over -- 'cept that's when I realised I couldn't read anything on the screen either. Nothing was making sense!
[ His lips roll together, and Tidus sits up. Sighing, still with a slump. Head hanging. ]
I headed back into the city 'cause I thought something was going on. But after I did, everything was normal again; I could understand everyone. So I went on the network, I saw your video. [ He looks at Hank here. ] But then I couldn't understand anything again, so I...kinda fell asleep. [ Sheepish, and he shrinks against the back of the chair. ] Magic makes me tired.
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It never was, but the excuses or means of understanding this unravel as Tidus sits there, listening to Connor parrot his words, what he expects to be Hank repeating him too. It drives him crazy -- being in the room, but not at the same time.
He's gone from leaning on his knees to the side of the chair, to back on his knees again, this time with a slouch. 'Here, this,' getting him to pick up his head to see the small piece of metal Connor pulls out, his stare on it intensifying as he realises what it is. Keeps his head from falling immediately, following Connor.
... Hank, less so. Is it sickness? Dying? Death is what he reads in that stupid scribble, which may or may not be aided by the agitation in his limbs, the heightened heart rate gained through this ordeal. Did he say something? Is this because of the post he made? Is this because the Head knows what he's been doing?
He breathes deeply, quietly; turns to Connor when he speaks. Hearing even the bare minimum of a familiar language giving him some kind of connection to his surroundings, which of the two better understand him secondary. ]
I don't know, [ he says slowly, insistently. Anxiously. ] I went out training for the day. It's my day off, and I've been going into the woods, practising my movement. I take a guy's chocobo with me. It's fun.
[ He's rambling some, but it's comforting to talk; to simply hear himself and a coherent string of words. ]
That's where the first time happened. The podcast I was listening to -- [ or whatever the Dualis word for those would be ] -- started making no sense... everyone was suddenly speaking a bunch of languages I couldn't understand. But I thought it was normal, you know? Maybe I didn't pay attention; maybe I...missed something.
[ Maybe it was part of the show. He glances at each of them before looking away. Stupid, he knows now. ]
I didn't think about it 'til it kept going on, so I went to change it over -- 'cept that's when I realised I couldn't read anything on the screen either. Nothing was making sense!
[ His lips roll together, and Tidus sits up. Sighing, still with a slump. Head hanging. ]
I headed back into the city 'cause I thought something was going on. But after I did, everything was normal again; I could understand everyone. So I went on the network, I saw your video. [ He looks at Hank here. ] But then I couldn't understand anything again, so I...kinda fell asleep. [ Sheepish, and he shrinks against the back of the chair. ] Magic makes me tired.
[ And hungry. ]