[He keeps getting side-tracked these days (these days?), but Marco has finally found a chance to visit the Fourth God. Which is to say, to go back down to the room he previously showed him and Fiddleford, where his body - and, Marco assumes, the center of his consciousness - rests. Sure, he has prayer, he has the radio, but this, he wants to ask in person.
He makes his way to the center of the room (the poor thing, the poor child) and greets him with a nod that comes across as more reverent than he meant it to.]
... Hi. Hello. I wanted to thank you again, for... for everything. The hand, the... [He taps his head.] network...
[And even though this isn't what he's been dying to ask, it's a pressing enough issue that he gets side-tracked. As he does.] S-Speaking of which. I don't know if... I must be using it wrong. I don't know if you saw my post, but...
I-It's supposed to be a little tricky, right? Even Fiddleford had trouble. But... [He lowers his voice to a whisper, even though nobody else should be able to hear him, which he's well aware of:] I don't know if I can handle it. Y-You know the... the trouble I have, right? With the thoughts? They get... difficult sometimes, and, and with this, I-I can't keep people from seeing... And...
[It's hard to articulate his real issues: both the fact that it feels so difficult to make his words not look like gibberish, and how vulnerable it makes him feel. As if someone could peer into his mind and pick away all of his thoughts, one by one.]
And... Anyway, it... it's useful. It's very useful, and I'm grateful, but I was wondering if you had any tips.
[He pauses, and THEN asks what he actually meant to ask before this network thing came up.]
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He makes his way to the center of the room (the poor thing, the poor child) and greets him with a nod that comes across as more reverent than he meant it to.]
... Hi. Hello. I wanted to thank you again, for... for everything. The hand, the... [He taps his head.] network...
[And even though this isn't what he's been dying to ask, it's a pressing enough issue that he gets side-tracked. As he does.] S-Speaking of which. I don't know if... I must be using it wrong. I don't know if you saw my post, but...
I-It's supposed to be a little tricky, right? Even Fiddleford had trouble. But... [He lowers his voice to a whisper, even though nobody else should be able to hear him, which he's well aware of:] I don't know if I can handle it. Y-You know the... the trouble I have, right? With the thoughts? They get... difficult sometimes, and, and with this, I-I can't keep people from seeing... And...
[It's hard to articulate his real issues: both the fact that it feels so difficult to make his words not look like gibberish, and how vulnerable it makes him feel. As if someone could peer into his mind and pick away all of his thoughts, one by one.]
And... Anyway, it... it's useful. It's very useful, and I'm grateful, but I was wondering if you had any tips.
[He pauses, and THEN asks what he actually meant to ask before this network thing came up.]
... Can I call you Elias?