For a moment there is nothing but floating. There is little but that flutterly, light sensation. Then you are grounded; you are running, running over grass, into the forest. Everything is moving so quickly, so smoothly. There is barely an effort, no stitch in your side. There is a simple joy, a freedom that comes from running without effort, no
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Yes?
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[ Good lord. ]
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[You know you could. Always ask your boss.]
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Just a dream, then. You all right?
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[Makes a big difference when you're getting a view from afar, and through the person's eyes. Doesn't it? She wouldn't wish it on anyone.]
'm fine.
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He knows the fear, too. Fear of losing control of one's body, of the form it takes. He has seen Rachel, the toughest human he knows, go through this. It would be impossible not to wonder how he would deal with being allergic to a morph. This is not the same, does not feel the same, but the sense of helplessness, that is very similar.
He does not know if this is a memory or a nightmare. He wishes to offer what comfort he can to Miata in either case.]
Are you all right?
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....Abilities?
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[ He scratches his head idly; this is a little too familiar to be spoken of. ]
But where do you wanna be? Ignore the bad shit. What's the you that you like?
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...don't know if like the now.
Want to be better. But not...lose it. Everything.
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[Of course he does. With all the gory details.]
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