Julie, he's a simple mind, in some regards. This would be one of those regards. I mean, there have been times where he's looked at the stars, found himself strangely captivated--but any logic beyond them, any science to be found, had been lost in a dizzying spell of a.) hunger for flesh or b.) shuffling off and assuming the sky was just as dead as he was for the night. Black and blue, with some twinkle of something alive.
But mostly just dead and cold.
julie what the hell does that all even mean]
--space?
[He sort of--half-assedly motions too, all stiff, a piss poor imitation.]
...
Where's--space?
[I feel like this is a stupid question. I know this answer.
Why can't I remember this kind of thing? Every time I think about it, it's like a survivor clocks me in the chin with the butt of a gun. A gun they lovingly called Captain Obvious.
And why does something about space remind him of children? Kids?
He's not sure. Nothing about this seems childlike, soooo...]
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Julie, he's a simple mind, in some regards. This would be one of those regards. I mean, there have been times where he's looked at the stars, found himself strangely captivated--but any logic beyond them, any science to be found, had been lost in a dizzying spell of a.) hunger for flesh or b.) shuffling off and assuming the sky was just as dead as he was for the night. Black and blue, with some twinkle of something alive.
But mostly just dead and cold.
julie what the hell does that all even mean]
--space?
[He sort of--half-assedly motions too, all stiff, a piss poor imitation.]
...
Where's--space?
[I feel like this is a stupid question. I know this answer.
Why can't I remember this kind of thing? Every time I think about it, it's like a survivor clocks me in the chin with the butt of a gun. A gun they lovingly called Captain Obvious.
And why does something about space remind him of children? Kids?
He's not sure. Nothing about this seems childlike, soooo...]