[And despite the jitter and thrum of mixed feelings in him, he continues to follow along in Asra's grip with a quiet, if sullen, obedience. Because the fact is its too easy to do when caught up in something so big and strange and incomprehensible, to allow someone else to take control. He's being selfish, he supposes. Selfish in the way, he now knows, he's always been, wanting too much and expecting far more than anyone is prepared to give, even whilst holding people at arms length from himself. But right now he's prepared to be selfish, too confused to be anything else, a confusion that only grows in him when Asra says he's been here for nearly half a year.
Almost, he misses a step, nearly stumbles over the surprise of it. But the shock of it all is enough to leave him all too ready to take those words for small orders, and to obey them.]
Um...right, right. Half a year, you say, that's...yes. Sitting down sounds good.
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Almost, he misses a step, nearly stumbles over the surprise of it. But the shock of it all is enough to leave him all too ready to take those words for small orders, and to obey them.]
Um...right, right. Half a year, you say, that's...yes. Sitting down sounds good.
[He thinks he needs to.]