The distress is something that is felt through all of him, through his empty core. (Empty, why is he still empty in this perfect place?) He knows that he's felt things that he shouldn't, either; strange pain, a crawling unease, a creeping dread like he's forgotten something important.
He's struggled not to look at it. He can feel wavering in Capochin's faith, that sheer trust he'd felt the entire time they'd been here.
Somehow, he's got to toe that line. Believe enough to hear him, but fail to do anything to shake things up. Carefully bend himself into shapes to keep everyone happy, and keep everything stable. There's no choice otherwise. He can't look at this for what it is.
"Listen, Capo, I think dat guy might'a been off his rocker," Inspekta insists, frowning gently. "But I tell yew what. We'll keep an eye on it! Bizzies always got the best scope on the happenings in tha Grove, right? If yew feel or see anything else strange, or wrong, or somethin' hoits ya, yew come right up here and tell me, and we'll look into it together! How'zat sound?"
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He's struggled not to look at it. He can feel wavering in Capochin's faith, that sheer trust he'd felt the entire time they'd been here.
Somehow, he's got to toe that line. Believe enough to hear him, but fail to do anything to shake things up. Carefully bend himself into shapes to keep everyone happy, and keep everything stable. There's no choice otherwise. He can't look at this for what it is.
"Listen, Capo, I think dat guy might'a been off his rocker," Inspekta insists, frowning gently. "But I tell yew what. We'll keep an eye on it! Bizzies always got the best scope on the happenings in tha Grove, right? If yew feel or see anything else strange, or wrong, or somethin' hoits ya, yew come right up here and tell me, and we'll look into it together! How'zat sound?"