Dying, [Octavian says, to answer what he's doing, even as Silco continues with his observation. Yes, they both appear to be dead, not that Octavian finds it very surprising. Silco had danced around it in their prior conversation, but assuming they were both in fact very dead didn't seem too far off. And now... well.
They've learned. Maybe. The whole room is a strange, overlapping mess, but at least a handful of details seem consistent and solid compared to the others.
Octavian touches his face and frowns down at how bloody his hand comes away; he wipes his cleaner sleeve over his cheek and really just makes the whole look worse, but at least he isn't dripping.]
Very nostalgic. [A beat; his death and its circumstances have always made him angry, but his vague awareness of Silco's conversation just now makes him wonder if they have that in common, too. Hm,] How do you feel?
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They've learned. Maybe. The whole room is a strange, overlapping mess, but at least a handful of details seem consistent and solid compared to the others.
Octavian touches his face and frowns down at how bloody his hand comes away; he wipes his cleaner sleeve over his cheek and really just makes the whole look worse, but at least he isn't dripping.]
Very nostalgic. [A beat; his death and its circumstances have always made him angry, but his vague awareness of Silco's conversation just now makes him wonder if they have that in common, too. Hm,] How do you feel?