( sweat beads across 4's skin, his forehead, down the side of his neck, the length of his rigid spine. he can feel the other tells of not being a perfect vessel: too elevated heartrate, tightness of chest, numbness that contradicts the burning everywhere. throughout it all though, because this is at this point par for the course, his expression barely fluctuates. rather, it's only when green eyes shift to focus loosely on the blood connection apparatus that there's a shift of look at all. still unreadable by ordinary standards, though 4 does find his voice again. )
you're not...human...are you?
( this could mean a multitude of things. for all intensive purposes, 4 isn't either or that's a question of ethics. a question that's unaskable given he's a breach of at least five policies and protocols. but that's neither here nor there. a clone is a clone, even if once, long ago, 4 wore a different face and name that actually belonged to him; it's not as though he remembers what those were anyway.
and...what medicine pocket is...what they are or who they work for...he has no idea but he's already asked so he waits, shivering through the persistent fever of the permet and the too ample blood loss, looking slightly paler for the wear. )
no subject
( sweat beads across 4's skin, his forehead, down the side of his neck, the length of his rigid spine. he can feel the other tells of not being a perfect vessel: too elevated heartrate, tightness of chest, numbness that contradicts the burning everywhere. throughout it all though, because this is at this point par for the course, his expression barely fluctuates. rather, it's only when green eyes shift to focus loosely on the blood connection apparatus that there's a shift of look at all. still unreadable by ordinary standards, though 4 does find his voice again. )
you're not...human...are you?
( this could mean a multitude of things. for all intensive purposes, 4 isn't either or that's a question of ethics. a question that's unaskable given he's a breach of at least five policies and protocols. but that's neither here nor there. a clone is a clone, even if once, long ago, 4 wore a different face and name that actually belonged to him; it's not as though he remembers what those were anyway.
and...what medicine pocket is...what they are or who they work for...he has no idea but he's already asked so he waits, shivering through the persistent fever of the permet and the too ample blood loss, looking slightly paler for the wear. )