[ Qubit pauses, caught off balance. They were approaching the critical moment, but that question, however logical, breezes right past it, and he suddenly finds himself dangling precariously over the other side. ]
I -
[ an all-too-familiar tightness in his chest, in the muscles of his face - ]
- no, I - by that time, it, uh -
[ yet at the same time it doesn't feel quite his, as if his body's doing this on its own, reacting to something in a dream while he, sleepwalking, observes -
Qubit stops walking for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing a hand to his forehead. ]
no subject
I -
[ an all-too-familiar tightness in his chest, in the muscles of his face - ]
- no, I - by that time, it, uh -
[ yet at the same time it doesn't feel quite his, as if his body's doing this on its own, reacting to something in a dream while he, sleepwalking, observes -
Qubit stops walking for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing a hand to his forehead. ]
- sorry. Hold on.