[ Eyes remain fixed on Bucciarati's face, watching for a flicker of any indication that what he's doing and the choice he's making might be the wrong one.
For all his searching, however, he finds nothing to give the impression — hadn't expected to, really — and it's an odd sensation. It makes it apparent for the first time since arriving here that things are indeed different now, not just between himself and Bucciarati, but their group as a whole. It's something he's known on a base logical level, but maybe through denial and stubbornness, it still didn't feel like it was really true. ]
I'm not sure I'd say it's a place to be normal, but it's… Something.
[ What that something is, exactly, remains to be seen. ]
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[ Eyes remain fixed on Bucciarati's face, watching for a flicker of any indication that what he's doing and the choice he's making might be the wrong one.
For all his searching, however, he finds nothing to give the impression — hadn't expected to, really — and it's an odd sensation. It makes it apparent for the first time since arriving here that things are indeed different now, not just between himself and Bucciarati, but their group as a whole. It's something he's known on a base logical level, but maybe through denial and stubbornness, it still didn't feel like it was really true. ]
I'm not sure I'd say it's a place to be normal, but it's… Something.
[ What that something is, exactly, remains to be seen. ]