[ Terse and impatient. One-armed, he reaches out. Pats her face none-too-gently with the back of his hand. There's a blankness in her gaze he associates with Dolls. Did he end up frying all her neurons? ]
Wake up. Don't get catatonic on me.
[ How ironic it'd be. All that trouble trying to erase her mind -- only to succeed accidentally. ]
no subject
[ Terse and impatient. One-armed, he reaches out. Pats her face none-too-gently with the back of his hand. There's a blankness in her gaze he associates with Dolls. Did he end up frying all her neurons? ]
Wake up. Don't get catatonic on me.
[ How ironic it'd be. All that trouble trying to erase her mind -- only to succeed accidentally. ]