Mariko half nods at Hitori's statement, unable to muster a response. Her tongue feels heavy with a sudden wave of grief and she stares at her hand.
He asks if the Major is full-prosthetic and she grinds her teeth so hard, she's sure the flex of her jaw is visible. He keeps talking and he sounds so far away as he mentions his Other and how absolutely fucking insane the idea of a full body prosthetic is.
Flesh and blood. She knows she's flesh and blood, but for all the world, she feels herself willing her fingers to move. A replacement body, because she'd mangled the old one.
"I know. Too late for me, I guess."
Her voice is too even as she stares her hand, like she's not quite sure if it's connected. Her thumb, middle and pinky start to curl. They move like her hand is slowly cramping but her index and ring just shake, like they didn't get the signal.
"Cyber-brain sclerosis...he mentioned it. What is it?"
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Date: 2019-03-01 02:03 am (UTC)He asks if the Major is full-prosthetic and she grinds her teeth so hard, she's sure the flex of her jaw is visible. He keeps talking and he sounds so far away as he mentions his Other and how absolutely fucking insane the idea of a full body prosthetic is.
Flesh and blood. She knows she's flesh and blood, but for all the world, she feels herself willing her fingers to move. A replacement body, because she'd mangled the old one.
"I know. Too late for me, I guess."
Her voice is too even as she stares her hand, like she's not quite sure if it's connected. Her thumb, middle and pinky start to curl. They move like her hand is slowly cramping but her index and ring just shake, like they didn't get the signal.
"Cyber-brain sclerosis...he mentioned it. What is it?"