[ At the end of that, Qubit interrupts with - ] Shut up and let me think!
[ It comes out more snappish than he meant it, but that's what he's got. He squeezes his eyes shut, too, trying to rein in whatever the hell his emotions are doing right now.
Why now? Why here? Couldn't the shift have pulled in something more pleasant, like the center of the Sun? He's confused by the intensity of his aversion to it, though. He knew he didn't want to come back here, on some level - but he didn't realize he wasn't ready. And on top of that, this is probably the worst possible timing. Carlisle needs him, and needs him calm. He can't let himself fall apart at the seams, not now. Not over this.
Finally, Qubit swallows hard against the lump in his throat, forcing his reaction back into his gut where it belongs, almost like a physical thing. When he opens his eyes again, all that's left are logic and determination - but it's hollow, somehow. Detached. Following an algorithm.
Goals. First, calm Carlisle down. He releases Carlisle's arm, relaxes his grip on his hand. ]
It's nothing. No immediate danger. Are you all right?
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[ It comes out more snappish than he meant it, but that's what he's got. He squeezes his eyes shut, too, trying to rein in whatever the hell his emotions are doing right now.
Why now? Why here? Couldn't the shift have pulled in something more pleasant, like the center of the Sun? He's confused by the intensity of his aversion to it, though. He knew he didn't want to come back here, on some level - but he didn't realize he wasn't ready. And on top of that, this is probably the worst possible timing. Carlisle needs him, and needs him calm. He can't let himself fall apart at the seams, not now. Not over this.
Finally, Qubit swallows hard against the lump in his throat, forcing his reaction back into his gut where it belongs, almost like a physical thing. When he opens his eyes again, all that's left are logic and determination - but it's hollow, somehow. Detached. Following an algorithm.
Goals. First, calm Carlisle down. He releases Carlisle's arm, relaxes his grip on his hand. ]
It's nothing. No immediate danger. Are you all right?