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Jun. 24th, 2008 03:56 pmGlitch had been absent for two days.
Moreso than in the usual way, he had spent two days with the alchemists and medics and Raw, the comforting presence of his friend connecting him to the current problem.
They'd talked it over. Him, the alchemist and Ambrose. Except he and Ambrose didn't really talk, being as how he was Ambrose, except that he wasn't and that was really part of the problem, except when it wasn't.
It was enough to give anyone a headache.
He had asked them to give him time. To think about it. Everyone had agreed to give him his space and he had gone to think.
Thinking, as it turned out, meant sitting up on the railing of a balcony, looking over the O.Z. and finding that for once, he didn't glitch and forget.
The one time he wouldn't have minded it.
Moreso than in the usual way, he had spent two days with the alchemists and medics and Raw, the comforting presence of his friend connecting him to the current problem.
They'd talked it over. Him, the alchemist and Ambrose. Except he and Ambrose didn't really talk, being as how he was Ambrose, except that he wasn't and that was really part of the problem, except when it wasn't.
It was enough to give anyone a headache.
He had asked them to give him time. To think about it. Everyone had agreed to give him his space and he had gone to think.
Thinking, as it turned out, meant sitting up on the railing of a balcony, looking over the O.Z. and finding that for once, he didn't glitch and forget.
The one time he wouldn't have minded it.
