Just imagine someone having to point their foot at a rift.
His hands have been subjected to Stephen's scrutiny before, so it doesn't bother him. It isn't like he can feel it. It's more what it's about that gives him a lot more pause. His brow furrows at the question.
"Still numb most days. Day to day, it's exactly the same. But when I'm near a rift..."
He licks his lips, shakes his head. How to describe it? "I feel something. I'm not even sure it's pain, or if I'd really recognize it as pain. Maybe discomfort's a better word? Only in that spot. And it almost feels like it's not even my hand, really. It's a piece that isn't even really my hand, right? Maybe that makes sense. There's an ache because it's part of me, but almost feels like it's coming from elsewhere. Can a part of you besides your own mind have an existential crisis?"
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His hands have been subjected to Stephen's scrutiny before, so it doesn't bother him. It isn't like he can feel it. It's more what it's about that gives him a lot more pause. His brow furrows at the question.
"Still numb most days. Day to day, it's exactly the same. But when I'm near a rift..."
He licks his lips, shakes his head. How to describe it? "I feel something. I'm not even sure it's pain, or if I'd really recognize it as pain. Maybe discomfort's a better word? Only in that spot. And it almost feels like it's not even my hand, really. It's a piece that isn't even really my hand, right? Maybe that makes sense. There's an ache because it's part of me, but almost feels like it's coming from elsewhere. Can a part of you besides your own mind have an existential crisis?"