[R wonders if he's going to die here. He wonders, too why the cat isn't running, but he's enjoying the sensation of it purring against his chest too much to think about it too hard.]
No, not all.. them.
[Some of them, like him, and like M, could speak in splintered and fractured sentences, pushing words through the oozing soup of their thoughts and out into the air. R was stubborn in how he held on to language, how he refused to express himself in mindless grunts and groans. He'd speak, until he was so far gone that he couldn't.]
Most.. don't speak. [He glances at her again. There's something wry in his pewter-grey eyes.] I'm.. 'weird'.
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No, not all.. them.
[Some of them, like him, and like M, could speak in splintered and fractured sentences, pushing words through the oozing soup of their thoughts and out into the air. R was stubborn in how he held on to language, how he refused to express himself in mindless grunts and groans. He'd speak, until he was so far gone that he couldn't.]
Most.. don't speak. [He glances at her again. There's something wry in his pewter-grey eyes.] I'm.. 'weird'.