He's breathing, and staring mostly at his hands. Or the table. Or anywhere that's in a downwards direction, really.
Gods, he feels stupid. And yet, there's not a single thing in the world that would take him back to that garden, to that feast, to the sight of Armand plucking fruit, from--
He scratches his hand across his eyes.
"It's stupid." I'm stupid, he thinks. "It probably wasn't anything, just...they had them laid out like slaves."
Dani's voice turns very soft.
"With food on top, like the people weren't...people, just things. Part of the meal, it..."
He shakes his head.
"I can't look at it. Even thinking about it, I hate it. Gods, do you think they'll be alright?" He finally looks up. "Do you think they're alright with doing that, or were they forced to?"
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Gods, he feels stupid. And yet, there's not a single thing in the world that would take him back to that garden, to that feast, to the sight of Armand plucking fruit, from--
He scratches his hand across his eyes.
"It's stupid." I'm stupid, he thinks. "It probably wasn't anything, just...they had them laid out like slaves."
Dani's voice turns very soft.
"With food on top, like the people weren't...people, just things. Part of the meal, it..."
He shakes his head.
"I can't look at it. Even thinking about it, I hate it. Gods, do you think they'll be alright?" He finally looks up. "Do you think they're alright with doing that, or were they forced to?"