[the way you just let me go twice stupidly pretzels you
His brows furrow gently, the strange, geometric design covering the skin around them wrinkle every so slightly. He continues with the card, though, not shifting his eyes away from the task.]
Our dream. To help others.
[A small correction, not given irritably. It's funny Nehan should say romantic. Anyway.] I was dying. [The card slips out without toppling the rest, but he holds it between his fingers.]
I walked with a cane for almost all of my life. The leg never kept me from believing in myself. Neither did being from the Undercity. But... [He rubs the card with one of the strange thumbs. He does not mind explaining really. It is inconsequential now, he thinks.] I was probably already ill; the symptoms didn't surface until I became older. It was likely from pollution I experienced as a child.
My body felt like a prison.
[He glances up from the card.]
"What is something you wished more people cared about?"
no subject
His brows furrow gently, the strange, geometric design covering the skin around them wrinkle every so slightly. He continues with the card, though, not shifting his eyes away from the task.]
Our dream. To help others.
[A small correction, not given irritably. It's funny Nehan should say romantic. Anyway.] I was dying. [The card slips out without toppling the rest, but he holds it between his fingers.]
I walked with a cane for almost all of my life. The leg never kept me from believing in myself. Neither did being from the Undercity. But... [He rubs the card with one of the strange thumbs. He does not mind explaining really. It is inconsequential now, he thinks.] I was probably already ill; the symptoms didn't surface until I became older. It was likely from pollution I experienced as a child.
My body felt like a prison.
[He glances up from the card.]
"What is something you wished more people cared about?"