02-15-2008, 07:19 PM
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He replied with all he could muster, a bit of ill humour, though he didn't smile. It was all more of a 'thank you', than anything else. S'good. That yer senseless. Skoll. He spoke in fragments and tested the name, partially to assess his own coherence and ability to do simple things. Like mimicking. He was more or less all right, he just needed to wrap his head around what had happened, and pull himself together. To accept reality. Was that ever an easy thing to do? In Jesile's world, nothing particularly bad ever happened to anybody, and when it did (like now) it was easy for him to pretend it wasn't there, because it felt better that way.[/html]
Jesile. This's Empusa. Who was speaking French. Apparently she wasn't aware of the fact that neither male could understand a word of what she was saying. The boy sat up gingerly, careful not to agitate his leg, and slowly turned his head toward the girl, raising his brows a little in attempt to tell her he could not understand without saying anything. It seemed like too much effort, which was more pain than he wanted.