[For a minute, he's sure that some type of ferret is here to finally put him out of his misery-- then it starts coddling him. He's not sure which is worse.
The voice isn't unwelcome- it's reassurance that he'll be able to continue eking out a wretched, soulless existence- but it doesn't stir up any filial affection, either. The memory of butterscotch cinnamon pie is just at the edge of his consciousness, and he remembers the woman he stopped seeing as his mother a few hundred timelines ago. Fear gives way to anger.]
I- I wasn't crying! Stay back, lady!
[He gives a little sniff as if he was crying, which he wasn't, thank you very much. Ugh. This new body already has him off his game. But if he could go to hell when he died rather than succumb to nonexistence- he's soulless, remember- then he's sure it would look exactly like what he just experienced: lost and alone, forced to relive his memories on loop.]
What, a-are you just out looking for lost kids? Weirdo. Just show me the way out of this dumb place. [There's a pleading edge to his voice despite the harshness. There's nobody he's ever cared about that he hasn't killed, so why shouldn't he lash out against the first person to show him kindness in this hellhole? But if she actually leaves him, he's not sure what he'll do.] I'll watch your back too, but don't try anything funny.
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The voice isn't unwelcome- it's reassurance that he'll be able to continue eking out a wretched, soulless existence- but it doesn't stir up any filial affection, either. The memory of butterscotch cinnamon pie is just at the edge of his consciousness, and he remembers the woman he stopped seeing as his mother a few hundred timelines ago. Fear gives way to anger.]
I- I wasn't crying! Stay back, lady!
[He gives a little sniff as if he was crying, which he wasn't, thank you very much. Ugh. This new body already has him off his game. But if he could go to hell when he died rather than succumb to nonexistence- he's soulless, remember- then he's sure it would look exactly like what he just experienced: lost and alone, forced to relive his memories on loop.]
What, a-are you just out looking for lost kids? Weirdo. Just show me the way out of this dumb place. [There's a pleading edge to his voice despite the harshness. There's nobody he's ever cared about that he hasn't killed, so why shouldn't he lash out against the first person to show him kindness in this hellhole? But if she actually leaves him, he's not sure what he'll do.] I'll watch your back too, but don't try anything funny.