[ He draws in a hiss as the sensation despends down his spinal column and starts taking a tour through his viscera. Which is an entirely new dimension of strangeness, since organs have a different kind of sensory neuron! It makes him nauseous a couple times, but not too terribly.
Finally - though it feels like it took forever - the energy withdraws back the way it came, and Carlisle lets him go. And Qubit is... none the worse for wear, apparently. Back to normal, albeit visibly rattled by the experience.
He grips both his knees tightly, letting his head sag forward while he tries to pull himself together, steady his breathing. He's fine. It's fine. His head's spinning, but the disorientation isn't physical. Psychological, certainly. Maybe even spiritual. He already had precious little foundation to build a well-ordered worldview on, and now even that feels like a lean-to being washed away in a flood.
At Carlisle's innocent question, he looks up slowly, his face lined with tired disbelief. Seriously? ]
Like a million bucks.
[ That was sarcasm. How do you think he feels, asshole? After a second, though, he sighs and straightens up, forcing his shoulders to relax. ]
... I certainly hope you got some answers out of that. All I have are more questions.
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[ He draws in a hiss as the sensation despends down his spinal column and starts taking a tour through his viscera. Which is an entirely new dimension of strangeness, since organs have a different kind of sensory neuron! It makes him nauseous a couple times, but not too terribly.
Finally - though it feels like it took forever - the energy withdraws back the way it came, and Carlisle lets him go. And Qubit is... none the worse for wear, apparently. Back to normal, albeit visibly rattled by the experience.
He grips both his knees tightly, letting his head sag forward while he tries to pull himself together, steady his breathing. He's fine. It's fine. His head's spinning, but the disorientation isn't physical. Psychological, certainly. Maybe even spiritual. He already had precious little foundation to build a well-ordered worldview on, and now even that feels like a lean-to being washed away in a flood.
At Carlisle's innocent question, he looks up slowly, his face lined with tired disbelief. Seriously? ]
Like a million bucks.
[ That was sarcasm. How do you think he feels, asshole? After a second, though, he sighs and straightens up, forcing his shoulders to relax. ]
... I certainly hope you got some answers out of that. All I have are more questions.