Jedao feels very exposed indeed. He doesn't need his feet, not the way he needs to be able to shoot, and the strangeness of it reminds him, sideways, of more than one recuperation when he had to have nerves regrown, spitting out nonsense signals as they did so.
He also doesn't know if he likes it. There's something about the bodilessness of it that treads near the cradle - but Jedao still feels. It isn't bodiless, really, just - disjunction. The tug makes his eyes widen, makes him breathe sharply into the gag. He watches the gleaming line in Quentin's fingers, and waits.
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Date: 2018-08-06 04:31 am (UTC)He also doesn't know if he likes it. There's something about the bodilessness of it that treads near the cradle - but Jedao still feels. It isn't bodiless, really, just - disjunction. The tug makes his eyes widen, makes him breathe sharply into the gag. He watches the gleaming line in Quentin's fingers, and waits.