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04 . Spam for pre-arranged threads
[ He settles into his own mind with a jarring sense of wrongness, from thoughts that fell in orderly lines to a jumble, mismatched and unsettling. With the ebb of the flood, he has changed, from sanity to the lack of same, and he feels the difference all the more starkly now that he knows for certain what both of them mean.
Heel of his hand rubs at the lump over his breastbone.
He would be sane, if not for the voice. Is that what this meant? Or was it the weakness in his heart that stopped him from being as dangerous as he otherwise would have been? Was the Admiral's goal to take away his teeth, to make him meek? Or was this truly a lesson he should take to heart?
He tries to herd his thoughts, settles into stillness in the corner. Utter stillness, not moving a muscle for hours.
In the meantime: his door is closed. ]
Heel of his hand rubs at the lump over his breastbone.
He would be sane, if not for the voice. Is that what this meant? Or was it the weakness in his heart that stopped him from being as dangerous as he otherwise would have been? Was the Admiral's goal to take away his teeth, to make him meek? Or was this truly a lesson he should take to heart?
He tries to herd his thoughts, settles into stillness in the corner. Utter stillness, not moving a muscle for hours.
In the meantime: his door is closed. ]
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I'll keep that in mind.
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He did what he was asked.]