[kavinsky doesn't answer right away. he's vaguely disappointed when he doesn't immediately die on the spot, because he's a bit of a lunatic that way. but what's striking, really, is how vague that disappointment is. ordinarily, the urge to die is louder than all that.
a little knot appears between his eyebrows. he searches. listens inside of himself.
it's so quiet.]
No, [he says, at last. it doesn't occur to him that nothing is the thing that's happening, that the net effect of having his soul removed to look at would be to altogether feel less. vaguely, he supposes he feels better. but they are flying above the atlantic ocean on a disc of blue light at the moment, and that would put him in good spirits any day.] Maybe you gotta keep it out a long-ass time before that shit kicks in.
cw suicidal ideation
a little knot appears between his eyebrows. he searches. listens inside of himself.
it's so quiet.]
No, [he says, at last. it doesn't occur to him that nothing is the thing that's happening, that the net effect of having his soul removed to look at would be to altogether feel less. vaguely, he supposes he feels better. but they are flying above the atlantic ocean on a disc of blue light at the moment, and that would put him in good spirits any day.] Maybe you gotta keep it out a long-ass time before that shit kicks in.