Foster's waking was... painful. Not in a physical sense, but in a psychological one. It came together in pieces; the realisation that he was alive, that he had been cheated, that he was alive, that he was back in his bed at the Carnival, that he was alive, that he had been cheated--!
But after his realisations, after the wreckage and grief and rage and vomiting the hollowness of not feeling any part of those emotions all over again, he just... lay in bed. It was a way to avoid confronting the rest of it. The people he'd have to see. The reactions he'd have to endure. The act, the crime, the sentence, the punishment, the state of being alive.
Taako's staticky, distorted voice is... a jarring disruption to his fugue, and it's immediately accompanied by a needleprick of token resentment.
But resentment is something, and stronger than apathy. He does pick up his walkie talkie.
Day 138...............
But after his realisations, after the wreckage and grief and rage and vomiting the hollowness of not feeling any part of those emotions all over again, he just... lay in bed. It was a way to avoid confronting the rest of it. The people he'd have to see. The reactions he'd have to endure. The act, the crime, the sentence, the punishment, the state of being alive.
Taako's staticky, distorted voice is... a jarring disruption to his fugue, and it's immediately accompanied by a needleprick of token resentment.
But resentment is something, and stronger than apathy. He does pick up his walkie talkie.
"Yes. Why."