[Maybe the condescension would've been easier to deal with, or even welcome, in a way. But the way he feels Leona's eyes on him now...Seven, how pathetic does he actually look here, right now? Dressed up like a silly little plaything, brandishing every sign that he doesn't have any agency left to himself anymore.
Instinctively, he brings his legs back toward himself again.
Anyone could look at him, but it was worse than ever to be perceived.]
Don't worry too much about it; it's pretty uncommon for anyone to get stuck here that long.
[Every day you closed your eyes to sleep was another day you might wake up back home again with no memory that any of this had ever happened. And every day that you woke up still in Duplicity, every day someone else left, it was just as easily a reminder that your own Hell could be never ending.]
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Instinctively, he brings his legs back toward himself again.
Anyone could look at him, but it was worse than ever to be perceived.]
Don't worry too much about it; it's pretty uncommon for anyone to get stuck here that long.
[Every day you closed your eyes to sleep was another day you might wake up back home again with no memory that any of this had ever happened. And every day that you woke up still in Duplicity, every day someone else left, it was just as easily a reminder that your own Hell could be never ending.]