As Nagi listened to Crawford's brief explanation, he felt something cold form in his chest. It was... Upsetting, to say the least. Crawford had said previously that project Soundwaver had the ability to kill psychics. If he experienced the effects first hand, did that mean the man had been very close to dying?
"The seizures." Nagi's voice was devoid of emotion as he made the statement. He wasn't sure if having an explanation for the seizures made the situation less or more freighting. He'd have to think on it. He already had so much to think on the last few days. It was so much. Too much had happened in too short a timespan for Nagi to have time to carefully analyze and place and it resulted in a mess of 'things to think on later' that was really too big for his usual orderly mind to process. And things kept being added.
For all appearances Nagi was simply sitting there, eating slowly, but in his mind he struggled to pull down shields that he had not needed in a while. Once upon a time, detaching himself from his emotion had been a second nature, so easy that it required thought nor effort. It just happened. Now though, it was like trying to pull down shutters rusted from disuse.
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Date: 2009-09-02 09:07 am (UTC)"The seizures." Nagi's voice was devoid of emotion as he made the statement. He wasn't sure if having an explanation for the seizures made the situation less or more freighting. He'd have to think on it. He already had so much to think on the last few days. It was so much. Too much had happened in too short a timespan for Nagi to have time to carefully analyze and place and it resulted in a mess of 'things to think on later' that was really too big for his usual orderly mind to process. And things kept being added.
For all appearances Nagi was simply sitting there, eating slowly, but in his mind he struggled to pull down shields that he had not needed in a while. Once upon a time, detaching himself from his emotion had been a second nature, so easy that it required thought nor effort. It just happened.
Now though, it was like trying to pull down shutters rusted from disuse.