[She sounds far away. But of course he can hear her. Atem reaches over and grips the hand that touched his arm; holding that seems to do better than anything else.
See-hear-feel-smell-taste.
He has to get it together, so he can actually think this through, and figure out what to do.
His eyes dart around the room. Five things he can see -- four things he can hear -- three he can feel --
Around three, he sinks back into his body, and his eyes go back to Nanami.]
...I know where I am. It's all right.
[Does it really only take that little, these days, to make him seem like he'll fall apart...?]
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[She sounds far away. But of course he can hear her. Atem reaches over and grips the hand that touched his arm; holding that seems to do better than anything else.
See-hear-feel-smell-taste.
He has to get it together, so he can actually think this through, and figure out what to do.
His eyes dart around the room. Five things he can see -- four things he can hear -- three he can feel --
Around three, he sinks back into his body, and his eyes go back to Nanami.]
...I know where I am. It's all right.
[Does it really only take that little, these days, to make him seem like he'll fall apart...?]