Oh, no, that piteous wail was just too much. On the one hand, logically, it meant he still had some awareness of his body, but that just made it worse. She couldn't even begin to imagine how much pain he must be in. Nobody deserved a fate like this.
... And yet he was still hung up (wait, no, bad choice of words) about their identification. God damn it, Captor, she couldn't even with you.
Aradia watched the Disciple as she spoke. So you are Meulin, she thought. So on top of everything else, they had temporal shenanigans to deal with. Had Meulin been trapped in the Medium after the Scratch? For how long? ... And wait, wasn't Meulin deaf? She thought she remembered Meulin being deaf.
At least it provided a more plausible idea of who the Helmsman was. Sollux was dead, but there was one other person who would fit his profile. Give him ten or twenty sweeps and a haircut, and voila, twinskies.
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... And yet he was still hung up (wait, no, bad choice of words) about their identification. God damn it, Captor, she couldn't even with you.
Aradia watched the Disciple as she spoke. So you are Meulin, she thought. So on top of everything else, they had temporal shenanigans to deal with. Had Meulin been trapped in the Medium after the Scratch? For how long? ... And wait, wasn't Meulin deaf? She thought she remembered Meulin being deaf.
At least it provided a more plausible idea of who the Helmsman was. Sollux was dead, but there was one other person who would fit his profile. Give him ten or twenty sweeps and a haircut, and voila, twinskies.