( If it would give him an outlet for some of his anxiousness, then Esikko won't refuse the offer for tea. He steps into the room, moving to find himself a seat where it seems most appropriate. It feels odd, somehow, that fidgeting doesn't aid his racing thoughts like it normally does. He can't feel the press of his own thumb against his heart-covered wrist, can't pay attention to the pressure or the temperature or anything, and so he rests his hands uselessly in his lap, instead, eyes following Makoto. )
The paintings troubled everyone, you know. Ourselves, each other... I believe the whole point was to make us doubt our own identities in some way. ( He pauses, trying to find the words he wants to use. ) I'm relieved they're gone.
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( If it would give him an outlet for some of his anxiousness, then Esikko won't refuse the offer for tea. He steps into the room, moving to find himself a seat where it seems most appropriate. It feels odd, somehow, that fidgeting doesn't aid his racing thoughts like it normally does. He can't feel the press of his own thumb against his heart-covered wrist, can't pay attention to the pressure or the temperature or anything, and so he rests his hands uselessly in his lap, instead, eyes following Makoto. )
The paintings troubled everyone, you know. Ourselves, each other... I believe the whole point was to make us doubt our own identities in some way. ( He pauses, trying to find the words he wants to use. ) I'm relieved they're gone.