[ He's started to learn how to tell the difference now. In the beginning, when he first woke, every impact was a tunnel wall and every lighter touch a passing of rubble or of breeze, perhaps of nearby hand reaching for help, the potential promise of life. Now, still as he is and waiting as he is, it's easier to isolate pressure that comes from no clear source.
There's a chance that Judas is observing still and will tune that small sanity out too. But for now, it's enough to have him straighten slightly, attention earned, eyes casting around in the mottled torchlight for somebody he just can't see. ]
Is that you?
[ His voice is rough with dehydration and sounds strange in his ears. It feels like it should echo off of hard walls and endless hallways. Instead it's swallowed up by softer tissue closer at hand.
Either it's her and she'll answer or it isn't and he'll look a fool to a passing stranger - at this point, what does that matter? ]
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There's a chance that Judas is observing still and will tune that small sanity out too. But for now, it's enough to have him straighten slightly, attention earned, eyes casting around in the mottled torchlight for somebody he just can't see. ]
Is that you?
[ His voice is rough with dehydration and sounds strange in his ears. It feels like it should echo off of hard walls and endless hallways. Instead it's swallowed up by softer tissue closer at hand.
Either it's her and she'll answer or it isn't and he'll look a fool to a passing stranger - at this point, what does that matter? ]