I'm not cross with you. About what you did, I mean.
[Fiddleford doesn't talk to Elias too often. At least, not in the way many of his followers do. He doesn't offer traditional prayers and he doesn't offer updates on himself because, well, Elias is keeping an eye on him. He should already know. What he often does do is explain his math or his code to Elias whenever it's not working quite right, going over it again and again until he finds what needs to be fixed. It seems appropriate somehow.
Today, though, he is addressing the radio on his desk with intent. Since he regained consciousness after spending a week collapsed (he's still sore) he's been feeling more and more alarming and intrusive thoughts, thoughts that are compounding on top of a problem he was already having.]
Some folks are but it... well it wasn't your fault what they saw or what their minds made, was it? You didn't do that.
[That's not the issue.]
And you kept her away from us at the end there and I'm grateful for that, I really am, but I could feel her tryin' to get her fingers into my head and I couldn't --
[That's not the issue either, but it's closer.]
I miss the tail.
[There it is.]
I have since I got my legs back. I thought I'd be happy because the way I am now I'm closer to bein' human, comparatively I mean, and that's what I ought to want, but especially the past few days I keep thinkin' how the way I am now's not right and it's not because I'm not a human, it's because I'm not a snake. [That all tumbles out in one shaky rush. He takes a deep breath and tries to relax. He fails.] At first I thought it was because I needed to get used to the legs again but it never went away. I shouldn't be feelin' that way, should I? I shouldn't have got so used to it. There's a difference between dealin' with somethin' and gettin' too comfortable with it. Did she do that or is that -- is that just me?
[He almost hopes it's just him. If it's just him then he can correct it. If the Fog God managed to get to him even with all of Elias's protection then that's a lot more alarming.]
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[Fiddleford doesn't talk to Elias too often. At least, not in the way many of his followers do. He doesn't offer traditional prayers and he doesn't offer updates on himself because, well, Elias is keeping an eye on him. He should already know. What he often does do is explain his math or his code to Elias whenever it's not working quite right, going over it again and again until he finds what needs to be fixed. It seems appropriate somehow.
Today, though, he is addressing the radio on his desk with intent. Since he regained consciousness after spending a week collapsed (he's still sore) he's been feeling more and more alarming and intrusive thoughts, thoughts that are compounding on top of a problem he was already having.]
Some folks are but it... well it wasn't your fault what they saw or what their minds made, was it? You didn't do that.
[That's not the issue.]
And you kept her away from us at the end there and I'm grateful for that, I really am, but I could feel her tryin' to get her fingers into my head and I couldn't --
[That's not the issue either, but it's closer.]
I miss the tail.
[There it is.]
I have since I got my legs back. I thought I'd be happy because the way I am now I'm closer to bein' human, comparatively I mean, and that's what I ought to want, but especially the past few days I keep thinkin' how the way I am now's not right and it's not because I'm not a human, it's because I'm not a snake. [That all tumbles out in one shaky rush. He takes a deep breath and tries to relax. He fails.] At first I thought it was because I needed to get used to the legs again but it never went away. I shouldn't be feelin' that way, should I? I shouldn't have got so used to it. There's a difference between dealin' with somethin' and gettin' too comfortable with it. Did she do that or is that -- is that just me?
[He almost hopes it's just him. If it's just him then he can correct it. If the Fog God managed to get to him even with all of Elias's protection then that's a lot more alarming.]