Meteoric dismay rips through him, punches a hole somewhere in the midpoint between his chest and stomach, and every feeling thing in him seems to get dragged down through it as a tingle of fear rolls out from that emptiness and makes him prickle all the way to his fingers.
She can't just say that, can she? That's not something people just say. Is it?
All of that, on the outside, looks like Yellow-the-Humanshape fading into a shadow as dark as the space between stars, yellow cloth in every conceivable shade of the color unfurling from nowhere to cocoon the shadow-he-is into something roughly humanoid. His voice echoes a little more distantly when he speaks, no quieter, but with a hum that makes it seem like the words are coming from somewhere other than right in front of her.
"But- But why? What did I do? How did I make you care?"
If he doesn't know how he did it, he can't make sure he doesn't break it.
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She can't just say that, can she? That's not something people just say. Is it?
All of that, on the outside, looks like Yellow-the-Humanshape fading into a shadow as dark as the space between stars, yellow cloth in every conceivable shade of the color unfurling from nowhere to cocoon the shadow-he-is into something roughly humanoid. His voice echoes a little more distantly when he speaks, no quieter, but with a hum that makes it seem like the words are coming from somewhere other than right in front of her.
"But- But why? What did I do? How did I make you care?"
If he doesn't know how he did it, he can't make sure he doesn't break it.