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Post by snip on Jun 18, 2016 16:09:46 GMT -8
It took Esther a second to realize what he meant.
"... You were an SA human?"
How... peculiar. He must have told someone about the threads he'd seen -- just how well had he been able to see them? Had he been adamant about it to the point of seeming insane, or had some overzealous person declared it a sign of madness after just a mention?
Though her imagination was now running away with half-constructed, probably historically sketchy possibilities, she noticed that he hadn't answered her first question. Not unexpected... disappointing, but understandable. From what she'd read on the topic, at one point, the conditions were questionable at best and beyond deplorable at worst.
... 'Normal people are afraid of not normal.' He spoke of persecution, perhaps. Fear. Disdain.
"I'm sorry." She was. "That must have been... difficult. I can only imagine what would come of being able to see things that nobody around you can. I couldn't see threads when I was alive; there was no spiritual awareness to speak of, whatsoever."
He seemed enamored with the birds; Esther eyed them almost warily, now. A few looked back at her with a similar wariness, still spilling out along the floor. The pigeon, still showing no inclination to move from its spot, gazed impassively at a distant pair of starlings.
"... Did your SA level get better over time, at least?" she wondered.
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Post by quinnquinn on Jun 19, 2016 3:50:43 GMT -8
He nodded eagerly. Owen continued to listen to her remarks, with little else to say on the matter. In a moment it almost seemed like he'd forgotten Esther was there altogether, and he was immersed back into the cacophony of birds around him. But... she kept asking questions.
He paused his actions - and for a moment, seemingly also his thoughts - and nodded again. "It was always good," he remarked offhandedly, "It got... more and more good." A twitch in his brow broke his stony expression. An emotion began to cloud over his daydreaming eyes, perhaps anger? Or sadness? Owen didn't know what it was himself.
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Post by snip on Jun 20, 2016 7:07:52 GMT -8
Esther thought he looked... upset?
As upset as he was able to look, at least.
"Better and better..." she repeated, shifting into a more comfortable position (kneeling did circulation no favors). "... How so, if you don't mind me asking?"
Does an SA human even see the same things as an Apprentice?
Probably, they probably did... but you never really could know, could you? Not unless you were one... or you inquired of one.
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Post by quinnquinn on Jun 20, 2016 7:19:15 GMT -8
"There was more and more..." He started to draw what looked like lines across the space in front of him. "More and more so I said more. And then..." His forefinger and thumb pinched together in that pause. "Too much..."
He held his hand there for a moment before it went back into his lap. He'd cut the conversation there, done with this conversation. He didn't want to explain more.
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Post by snip on Jun 20, 2016 9:52:58 GMT -8
Esther looked a bit concerned, then hesitant -- but she wasn't quite ready to drop it.
"What... well, what really happened, though?" She tilted her head, as though confused, but she could guess. "Did... what happens, when you meddle with a thread? I try not to touch them, unless they're red, but you wouldn't have known. You couldn't have." There weren't really guides for SA humans.
Apprentices could create fateless; maybe he had done a similar thing...?
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Post by quinnquinn on Jun 21, 2016 18:01:37 GMT -8
She kept asking. But it didn't mean he had to keep answering. Owen stayed quiet, opting to chat up her latter concerns. "Humans need help." he leaned his head to the side on his shoulder. "Humans need to know. Humans need to understand..." He glanced at Esther. "Understand humans like me." He lay his head like that for a while, before picking himself upright again. "People don't understand... humans like me."
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Post by snip on Jun 23, 2016 22:36:33 GMT -8
He's not going to tell me, is he? Esther realized.
"I guess they wouldn't," she admitted. "Hu-- living people. Most of them can't see threads, can they."
Silence.
"Sometimes I miss not being able to notice them. But, then, that's not my point. If they can't see it, they think you're crazy."
I might've thought so, too, she thought.
"... What do you wish they knew?"
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Post by quinnquinn on Jun 23, 2016 22:45:32 GMT -8
"Not to talk..." He looked dazed for a moment, like his mind was somewhere far away. "Talking was bad..." A hawk was already picking away at his palm, wanting more seed. Owen wasn't paying attention.
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Post by snip on Jul 3, 2016 6:58:40 GMT -8
Esther frowned lightly. "And what they do if you talked?"
She had an inkling of what they did, but kept her more pointed questions to herself. He'd already dodged one or two; soon it might be time for a change of subject.
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Post by quinnquinn on Jul 9, 2016 7:00:21 GMT -8
"Make me not talk." He looked at her for a moment with an even more blank stare, before he turned his eyes back to the birds, only realising the hawk on his arm. "They thought my talk was mad. Mad is bad. Try to make you not mad. By doing bad things..."
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