[ Elliot's sanity is certainly still in question as he continues to observe her. It's indirect, of course, he doesn't stare in the way that normal people do. It's in the corner of his eyes, a constantly twitching gaze that always searches to preemptively avoid direct eye contact. ]
That doesn't have to stop anyone.
[ Much less him but he hasn't really tried. He's still more disoriented than he'd like to admit.
Daemon? Right... it was around somewhere. Flipperd, a small black dog that seemed to make itself known again now that it was being talked about. Elliot's been mostly ignoring it since he's certain that he was hallucinating it for a while there -- after all, he definitely doesn't have Flipper any longer. ]
What do you want to do?
[ What's the point of beating around the bush? There isn't one. ]
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That doesn't have to stop anyone.
[ Much less him but he hasn't really tried. He's still more disoriented than he'd like to admit.
Daemon? Right... it was around somewhere. Flipperd, a small black dog that seemed to make itself known again now that it was being talked about. Elliot's been mostly ignoring it since he's certain that he was hallucinating it for a while there -- after all, he definitely doesn't have Flipper any longer. ]
What do you want to do?
[ What's the point of beating around the bush? There isn't one. ]