(If I had a brass for every infovore on this island -)
It is not eating your mind-flesh, wolf.
On the outside Jean is pausing, like they just heard something they didn't believe.
(How would you know?)
Because it would feel like this.
The nugget flinches in pain, swatting at their own lapel and rocking back away from the mound so they don't damage it; irritation lances off them in waves, and they shake their head vigorously.
The other mind is immensely smug about this.
Wait. They're still talking to the moth person. Right. Eye contact, eye contact - eye contact achieved. "The people here have been very compassionate themselves, Comrade. You're in...good company. Even if I don't always know how, hahaha, how to, how to accept it. It's fine."
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It is not eating your mind-flesh, wolf.
On the outside Jean is pausing, like they just heard something they didn't believe.
(How would you know?)
Because it would feel like this.
The nugget flinches in pain, swatting at their own lapel and rocking back away from the mound so they don't damage it; irritation lances off them in waves, and they shake their head vigorously.
The other mind is immensely smug about this.
Wait. They're still talking to the moth person. Right. Eye contact, eye contact - eye contact achieved. "The people here have been very compassionate themselves, Comrade. You're in...good company. Even if I don't always know how, hahaha, how to, how to accept it. It's fine."