A virus. [ A silvered brow lofting high, Sol's eyes flit back to his (reluctant) companion, widening in silent question: have you seen it, as well, the app marked by an ouroboros? ] I, too, have found something similar on my--...
[ This time, when Solange trails off, his voice diminishing into nothing, it is not out of consideration of some fleeting fancy or dream—his behavior becomes stilted in a way it never is for someone otherwise so sure of themselves and the world which surrounded them; for someone so buoyant and bright.
Almost, it is like a shadow has swept over him, though with a shake of his head, Solange attempts to dispel the feeling and persists: ]
There are others experiencing the same, so very many that I--...
[ And again, he is forced to give pause, wincing as the pulse of a headache springs to life behind his eyes. Lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, he attempts to focus, startled to find that the intensity of the headache only seems to worsen with each passing second— ]
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[ This time, when Solange trails off, his voice diminishing into nothing, it is not out of consideration of some fleeting fancy or dream—his behavior becomes stilted in a way it never is for someone otherwise so sure of themselves and the world which surrounded them; for someone so buoyant and bright.
Almost, it is like a shadow has swept over him, though with a shake of his head, Solange attempts to dispel the feeling and persists: ]
There are others experiencing the same, so very many that I--...
[ And again, he is forced to give pause, wincing as the pulse of a headache springs to life behind his eyes. Lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, he attempts to focus, startled to find that the intensity of the headache only seems to worsen with each passing second— ]
I cannot seem to speak about it.