[Newton nods. He had felt them shatter. He'd felt whatever part of him was still being latched into severed violently, left a sudden gaping wound in his mind where all the fear and anger and sadness could pour back in. Maybe that's why it's been so hard; maybe that's why he still feels these bursts of adrenaline or cold exhaustion between resting. It'll fade; they'll fade from him, too.]
... Right...
I'm still here.
[His fingers uncurl from the blanket of his own free will. He breathes in just to feel it.]
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... Right...
I'm still here.
[His fingers uncurl from the blanket of his own free will. He breathes in just to feel it.]
Still alive.