[Foster is totally silent for a good... minute, at least.
It's a weird span of time for him. His entire body runs hot and something like static rolls in like a fog over his thoughts, but he doesn't feel anything except nausea, and a weird, vast emptiness.
It's like being completely overwhelmed and completely emptied out all at once.]
.............
No. I suppose it isn't.
[He doesn't know what to do any more. What is he supposed to say?]
......
[What could he possibly say that would mean anything--when nothing he says means anything, when the only thing he has to say is nothing, means nothing, what is he supposed to say?]
I just.... don't want to run out of it.
[He's losing his mind, he feels like. Desperation is not a new feeling, but like this--like he's bargaining not with an implacable force, with the Void, but with a power more directly invested in words. But in the end, he's still just begging to feel like it isn't worthless. Being alive and dying and everything in between.
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It's a weird span of time for him. His entire body runs hot and something like static rolls in like a fog over his thoughts, but he doesn't feel anything except nausea, and a weird, vast emptiness.
It's like being completely overwhelmed and completely emptied out all at once.]
.............
No. I suppose it isn't.
[He doesn't know what to do any more. What is he supposed to say?]
......
[What could he possibly say that would mean anything--when nothing he says means anything, when the only thing he has to say is nothing, means nothing, what is he supposed to say?]
I just.... don't want to run out of it.
[He's losing his mind, he feels like. Desperation is not a new feeling, but like this--like he's bargaining not with an implacable force, with the Void, but with a power more directly invested in words. But in the end, he's still just begging to feel like it isn't worthless. Being alive and dying and everything in between.
And in the end, it's--]
Please.