Array 137 // Video
[The video feed turns on. Alphonse is sitting outside -- probably because he can't feel how cold it is. He keeps opening and closing a hand as the steady raindrops blur the screen, as if he can will himself to feel them.
For the past few days, he's only making expressions when he remembers to. His body is still animated and his movements are lively, but when he's left alone, he goes almost eerily still. It's a disturbing return to the past.]
It's weird -- I can still taste. I can still feel sleepy and hungry and thirsty, but I can't tell if soup is hot. I can't feel whether rain is wet.
It would be less weird if everything was gone.
[A few blinks, followed by a loud sneeze. Now if THAT isn't a freaky not-sensation, he doesn't know what is.]
For the past few days, he's only making expressions when he remembers to. His body is still animated and his movements are lively, but when he's left alone, he goes almost eerily still. It's a disturbing return to the past.]
It's weird -- I can still taste. I can still feel sleepy and hungry and thirsty, but I can't tell if soup is hot. I can't feel whether rain is wet.
It would be less weird if everything was gone.
[A few blinks, followed by a loud sneeze. Now if THAT isn't a freaky not-sensation, he doesn't know what is.]