[Kyle's experience is worse than he'd imagined. There's a quick rush of reactions that all mix, clash, and compete with one another for Charles' attention: regret, anger, guilt, sadness, sympathy, horror, and a dull tinge of physical sickness. Carefully, the vampire puts his device down for a moment, and then makes himself draw an unnecessary, centering breath.
Was asking about this terrible, when this is the answer? Is it possible for it to be terrible, when he didn't know about Kyle's experience?
Is Kyle... living his life, carrying all of this under the surface in his heart and body? In the same way he's realizing the aftermath of his own ancient death may not be so buried and inconsequential to his life now as he'd taken for granted that he'd made it?
He has questions, some that don't feel like they should be asked, and so many all at once that he can't decide what the best way to respond might be.]
No, I
I'm not. I will be soon, but I don't imagine I currently am. [That's easy enough to get out first. Honesty about the state that brought him to text in the first place.]
Christ, Kyle. I don't know where to begin. [With what the man's just told him.]
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Was asking about this terrible, when this is the answer? Is it possible for it to be terrible, when he didn't know about Kyle's experience?
Is Kyle... living his life, carrying all of this under the surface in his heart and body? In the same way he's realizing the aftermath of his own ancient death may not be so buried and inconsequential to his life now as he'd taken for granted that he'd made it?
He has questions, some that don't feel like they should be asked, and so many all at once that he can't decide what the best way to respond might be.]
No, I
I'm not. I will be soon, but I don't imagine I currently am. [That's easy enough to get out first. Honesty about the state that brought him to text in the first place.]
Christ, Kyle. I don't
know where to begin. [With what the man's just told him.]