"First one was Chester Lopez," he says, and he's immediately flying over it, describing what he sees in a monotone. His hands are grasping each other violently. "Bout a month in. Back when I thought I was still dreamin' the whole thing. He was alright, pretty confused. Think we both caught on what was happening at about the same time. I was... I wanted to get the dream over with, and I went for him first. He didn't... fight. He...
"Bit- bit later there was Charles Leuilliex. He'd been through it before, didn't want to pretend, told me one of us was gonna die on our feet at least. Ended up being him. I liked him, I- I wish we coulda met normally."
He's floating so far away from them that it's hard to see the details, but he remembers those details well.
"Pasha... In- Inji Pasha came later. Nice girl." There's a flicker of a smirk as he says that. "Fulla vinegar, proposed we get out together, wanted to dig handholds in the side of the wall. 'Course, I had to do most of the diggin', what with her twisted hand. Woke up 'cause I - 'cause I couldn't breathe." He breathes. He's far away. "She was pourin' the dirt in my throat, holdin' my nose." He breathes. Almost fondly: "Criminal mind, that one."
His mouth pulls as he speaks, more and more, as if trying to escape the memory of a taste - a texture - an action.
"The next guy, I never found out his name. I got the jump on him." An absolute monotone. "He told me what it was, but I wasn't listening, I was just gettin' close. He had big blue eyes. Curls like an angel, and freckles right over the bridge of his nose. Cute as a button.
"I... tried to find out the last gal's name. Didn't know she'd be the last. I never figured out what language she was speakin'. Her name might've been Beela-eera. That's what I think it was. She saw the teeth-marks on the bones around and came right at me with one of 'em. She was right to."
He trails off. His face is a rubber mask. His fingers are turning red and white where he's gripping them.
"...and the next person to come along was Lorick."
And that signals the end. But the end is hollow of any celebration. His head and his shoulders are low and his voice is coming from another room.
Re-upping the CW: cannibalism
"Bit- bit later there was Charles Leuilliex. He'd been through it before, didn't want to pretend, told me one of us was gonna die on our feet at least. Ended up being him. I liked him, I- I wish we coulda met normally."
He's floating so far away from them that it's hard to see the details, but he remembers those details well.
"Pasha... In- Inji Pasha came later. Nice girl." There's a flicker of a smirk as he says that. "Fulla vinegar, proposed we get out together, wanted to dig handholds in the side of the wall. 'Course, I had to do most of the diggin', what with her twisted hand. Woke up 'cause I - 'cause I couldn't breathe." He breathes. He's far away. "She was pourin' the dirt in my throat, holdin' my nose." He breathes. Almost fondly: "Criminal mind, that one."
His mouth pulls as he speaks, more and more, as if trying to escape the memory of a taste - a texture - an action.
"The next guy, I never found out his name. I got the jump on him." An absolute monotone. "He told me what it was, but I wasn't listening, I was just gettin' close. He had big blue eyes. Curls like an angel, and freckles right over the bridge of his nose. Cute as a button.
"I... tried to find out the last gal's name. Didn't know she'd be the last. I never figured out what language she was speakin'. Her name might've been Beela-eera. That's what I think it was. She saw the teeth-marks on the bones around and came right at me with one of 'em. She was right to."
He trails off. His face is a rubber mask. His fingers are turning red and white where he's gripping them.
"...and the next person to come along was Lorick."
And that signals the end. But the end is hollow of any celebration. His head and his shoulders are low and his voice is coming from another room.