After spending yet more time pacing, more on-edge and feeling... almost desperately lost after that violent pain hit his head, now trapped well beyond the energy field of this cell, he finally retreats to the farthest corner and sits down and buries his head in his arms.
He can't fathom why he feels like this. He can't even think of it in words, only through senses, and right now it feels like having something cut open.
It never once occurs to him to ask someone for help, for sympathy; he doesn't even show any to himself. Just exists, in whatever singular moment is now. He never so much as whispers a complaint.
He's still ready to bolt or fight and listening for any approach. His hearing's above average, and he uses it about as much as he does sight to process things.
But he blocks out the lights, hiding his head, as though that would somehow fix it; firmly closes out sight of the world and reminds himself to breathe.
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Date: 2009-08-06 04:12 am (UTC)He can't fathom why he feels like this. He can't even think of it in words, only through senses, and right now it feels like having something cut open.
It never once occurs to him to ask someone for help, for sympathy; he doesn't even show any to himself. Just exists, in whatever singular moment is now. He never so much as whispers a complaint.
He's still ready to bolt or fight and listening for any approach. His hearing's above average, and he uses it about as much as he does sight to process things.
But he blocks out the lights, hiding his head, as though that would somehow fix it; firmly closes out sight of the world and reminds himself to breathe.