“He would be more helpful than I would.” He reads emotions through a lens of abstracts, while they are beginning to read emotions logically, seeing them in pieces the way Adam does.
“The only thing is that Will could see something that you may not want him to see. He read Shaw as ‘quiet’, the way I read you, but he reads me as a void.” As far as they know, at least. They could feel different to him now that they have a better connection to their emotions.
“I think it could be. He could see my emotions when I thought they were nonexistent. He could sense that I had emotions of my own — they were just hard to see because I had treated others’ identities like they were mine.” Avalon leans forward, bracing their forearms on their knees. The movement helps them feel less like they could sink into the couch and never get up.
“I did not have my own sense of self before I came here. Acting like someone else let me feel like I could be them if I stayed in their form for long enough.”
“I hope so.” Avalon gets up, collecting their orb from the floor. They fumble with the carabiner for a moment, needing a few attempts to successfully latch it back onto their belt.
Avalon stops, watching him for a moment. The words feel odd, but they have no idea why.
::Thank you.:: That feels odd, too, but the tiny glimpse it gives them into his mind is somewhat reassuring. His emotions are different, as if someone has been slowly changing the volume of a radio and there is finally enough of a difference that they can recognize it, but not wrong.
They leave quietly, keeping their mental connection until the closed cabin door cuts it off. It would be nice to have more of an instinct to work off of. Even with their telepathy returned, they feel lost.
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They nod. “I thought you wanted his help expressing your emotions, but I could be remembering wrong.”
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"I talked to Malcom about it. Not recently, though. I probably should."
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“He would be more helpful than I would.” He reads emotions through a lens of abstracts, while they are beginning to read emotions logically, seeing them in pieces the way Adam does.
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“The only thing is that Will could see something that you may not want him to see. He read Shaw as ‘quiet’, the way I read you, but he reads me as a void.” As far as they know, at least. They could feel different to him now that they have a better connection to their emotions.
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“I think it could be. He could see my emotions when I thought they were nonexistent. He could sense that I had emotions of my own — they were just hard to see because I had treated others’ identities like they were mine.” Avalon leans forward, bracing their forearms on their knees. The movement helps them feel less like they could sink into the couch and never get up.
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“I did not have my own sense of self before I came here. Acting like someone else let me feel like I could be them if I stayed in their form for long enough.”
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“Something like that.” They had started trying on identities before they had any idea of what would fit them.
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They nod. The Barge had to strip them of everything that they had been before, but they did. “You helped with that.”
They can help someone else do the same, and then find a way to help the rest of their species.
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“I hope so.” Avalon gets up, collecting their orb from the floor. They fumble with the carabiner for a moment, needing a few attempts to successfully latch it back onto their belt.
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Avalon stops, watching him for a moment. The words feel odd, but they have no idea why.
::Thank you.:: That feels odd, too, but the tiny glimpse it gives them into his mind is somewhat reassuring. His emotions are different, as if someone has been slowly changing the volume of a radio and there is finally enough of a difference that they can recognize it, but not wrong.
They leave quietly, keeping their mental connection until the closed cabin door cuts it off. It would be nice to have more of an instinct to work off of. Even with their telepathy returned, they feel lost.