[The words rebound about the confines of his skull in a cruel echo. He can almost see them draped in static, imprinted against the black screen, fizzing with that undercurrent of urgency that colored every one of those videos that cropped up on the totheark channel.]
[It doesn't help that he looks like him - that he has shades of the man he knew.]
no subject
[I miss you.]
[The words rebound about the confines of his skull in a cruel echo. He can almost see them draped in static, imprinted against the black screen, fizzing with that undercurrent of urgency that colored every one of those videos that cropped up on the totheark channel.]
[It doesn't help that he looks like him - that he has shades of the man he knew.]
[That he has the same look in his eye.]