[ He looks at her for a long time, not knowing what he prefers. He wants to do something - anything - to distract him from his thoughts, anything but sitting in his room and dwelling on what's happened. But at the same time, he can't think of anybody who'd remind him of it more strongly than Sofia.
Hit by the urge to escape, he remembers how he dealt the last time he refused to acknowledge an ordeal. He mustn't repeat that mistake, even if it's taken him four whole years to realise that it was in some ways a mistake.
He mustn't let those three weeks become another Operator.
But he does have to be alone, he realises. Not just alone, away. Somewhere he didn't spend a lot of time before. This room's seen too much. Even the shower's a nasty trigger. Even sitting on his bed makes him remember being spliced, in a horribly confusing, smashed-together way that's all of the good bits as well as all of the bad. ]
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Hit by the urge to escape, he remembers how he dealt the last time he refused to acknowledge an ordeal. He mustn't repeat that mistake, even if it's taken him four whole years to realise that it was in some ways a mistake.
He mustn't let those three weeks become another Operator.
But he does have to be alone, he realises. Not just alone, away. Somewhere he didn't spend a lot of time before. This room's seen too much. Even the shower's a nasty trigger. Even sitting on his bed makes him remember being spliced, in a horribly confusing, smashed-together way that's all of the good bits as well as all of the bad. ]
...Yeah.
Just. Just for a while.
[ He prays she doesn't take it the wrong way. ]