The Very Scientific Matter of Emotion
"What is it to be human? I do not know and there are times I shall rather not know. There are times though, that I should like to know what it is to be human beyond human greed."
Jarrod Beckett was a strange, confusing Humanoid.
Still, when he had come back it was a surprise.
Tonight, he sat reflecting upon the meetings thus far and found himself taking on a stone-cold expression. The prison cell walls he knew, logically, stood still but something within suggested that they were steadily closing in at a pace so slow as to not have been detected until now.
He didn't know how he managed the clinical detachment with the memories still so fresh in his mind. He was however, proud that he did.
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-He walked along the familiar bone path and listened to the dogged, repeated questions. Once, his foot stepped into a pile of marshmallows but he didn't stop. He never stopped moving here on the bone-ground.
The familiar blood-rain began to fall again. The almost-sky above turned from a deep crimson to a brackish gray.
He kept on going.
As Renne moved along toward the familiar fortress/tavern/micro-world, he let an ear perk toward the sound of the thick, molasses-dark ocean. It was an ocean he knew well and loved well -- who could not love a sea one could walk upon?
On a whim, Renne turned off of the bone road. He felt the rain come down harder but didn't seem to care.
He was listening to the water and the voices.
The questions.
-Who? Why? When? How did that happen?-
He answered some quietly.
Others were answered without such quiet.
He didn't say any names at first.
-Who?-
He managed to speak only two names.
-What happened?-
He didn't trust himself to speak.
His mind did it for him.
Renne walked onward. He never flinched as the bone road turned into a dry stretch of dead and wilted grasses. The rain turned the dry land into something close to a mangrove.
He walked onward.
Bones lay scattered across the steadily drenching landscape and twice, his feet got tangled in the almost-mangrove grass. Soon though, the grass thinned out into a wet, saturated sand.
He stopped at the water's edge and listened to the rain. The voices. The sea. The wind. The guttering flame.
He didn't answer every question out loud.-
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The sky outside of the Port South Holding House was almost too calm for the turmoil inside a storming mind. Still, appearances played their best part for the night.
Renne sat in the middle of Cell Five's floor without his yeti furs and with nothing in his hands.
"What is it to be human? I do not know and there are times I shall rather not know. There are times though, that I should like to know what it is to be human beyond human greed."
Jarrod Beckett was a strange, confusing Humanoid.
Still, when he had come back it was a surprise.
Tonight, he sat reflecting upon the meetings thus far and found himself taking on a stone-cold expression. The prison cell walls he knew, logically, stood still but something within suggested that they were steadily closing in at a pace so slow as to not have been detected until now.
He didn't know how he managed the clinical detachment with the memories still so fresh in his mind. He was however, proud that he did.
-------------
-He walked along the familiar bone path and listened to the dogged, repeated questions. Once, his foot stepped into a pile of marshmallows but he didn't stop. He never stopped moving here on the bone-ground.
The familiar blood-rain began to fall again. The almost-sky above turned from a deep crimson to a brackish gray.
He kept on going.
As Renne moved along toward the familiar fortress/tavern/micro-world, he let an ear perk toward the sound of the thick, molasses-dark ocean. It was an ocean he knew well and loved well -- who could not love a sea one could walk upon?
On a whim, Renne turned off of the bone road. He felt the rain come down harder but didn't seem to care.
He was listening to the water and the voices.
The questions.
-Who? Why? When? How did that happen?-
He answered some quietly.
Others were answered without such quiet.
He didn't say any names at first.
-Who?-
He managed to speak only two names.
-What happened?-
He didn't trust himself to speak.
His mind did it for him.
Renne walked onward. He never flinched as the bone road turned into a dry stretch of dead and wilted grasses. The rain turned the dry land into something close to a mangrove.
He walked onward.
Bones lay scattered across the steadily drenching landscape and twice, his feet got tangled in the almost-mangrove grass. Soon though, the grass thinned out into a wet, saturated sand.
He stopped at the water's edge and listened to the rain. The voices. The sea. The wind. The guttering flame.
He didn't answer every question out loud.-
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The sky outside of the Port South Holding House was almost too calm for the turmoil inside a storming mind. Still, appearances played their best part for the night.
Renne sat in the middle of Cell Five's floor without his yeti furs and with nothing in his hands.