(Complete silence on Tsuru's end. He's quiet as he listens to the story, letting his imagination twist and turn. He tries to imagine what creature this doctor and nurse might have come up with. He wonders if his imagination should lean more human or less.
3,473. Almost ten years.
724,284. Almost... over... he has to count again and again. Once he gets to a certain point in the math, all he knows is that it's older than him. Much older than him. Almost twice as old. He can't imagine it and he's someone who measures time much more differently than the average human. To a normal human... The time on that train would be hell. Worse than hell.
This is all so much longer than ten seconds. So much longer than a few days. Even for him, this is so much.
Roland might even think that Tsuru has stopped listening or that he's left. )
After living for so long, it would be almost impossible to retain humanity.
(After living for that long, nothing can be human. He's quiet again, letting the details really sit with him. Of course, the doctor and nurse were not what they appeared. The fact that the story has ended and he still doesn't know what they were... that adds to the intrigue, doesn't it?
So he focuses on what he does know from the story. The twist of time, knowing ten seconds had been the same as 2,000 years. It reminds him of the time travel he's grown accustomed to. But the mechanics aren't what make the story resonate.
The characters. The victim... the central character in the story. How easy it is to imagine a similar fate for himself. Even if he can feel joy, it's sorrow and pain that gives him humanity. )
... How do I feel? In the end?
(How does the character turned monster feel in its final moments?)
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(Complete silence on Tsuru's end. He's quiet as he listens to the story, letting his imagination twist and turn. He tries to imagine what creature this doctor and nurse might have come up with. He wonders if his imagination should lean more human or less.
3,473. Almost ten years.
724,284. Almost... over... he has to count again and again. Once he gets to a certain point in the math, all he knows is that it's older than him. Much older than him. Almost twice as old. He can't imagine it and he's someone who measures time much more differently than the average human. To a normal human... The time on that train would be hell. Worse than hell.
This is all so much longer than ten seconds. So much longer than a few days. Even for him, this is so much.
Roland might even think that Tsuru has stopped listening or that he's left. )
After living for so long, it would be almost impossible to retain humanity.
(After living for that long, nothing can be human. He's quiet again, letting the details really sit with him. Of course, the doctor and nurse were not what they appeared. The fact that the story has ended and he still doesn't know what they were... that adds to the intrigue, doesn't it?
So he focuses on what he does know from the story. The twist of time, knowing ten seconds had been the same as 2,000 years. It reminds him of the time travel he's grown accustomed to. But the mechanics aren't what make the story resonate.
The characters. The victim... the central character in the story. How easy it is to imagine a similar fate for himself. Even if he can feel joy, it's sorrow and pain that gives him humanity. )
... How do I feel? In the end?
(How does the character turned monster feel in its final moments?)