[It takes him a few seconds to process, sound waves as animal noise as meaningful words, a very human processing, narrow-band high-intensity. He shudders, tries to pull his power back in, tries not to radiate too much of whatever he is. Like trying to pull the tide in with a bucket. He swallows, dry mouthed, blinks his eyes open to the ground, huge and immediate in foreshortening.
Words. Words mean things.]
You ever -
[A disgruntled involuntary sort of throat-cleaning noise, pushing himself half off the ground, shaky, blinking. He drags a hand over his eyes.]
You ever been in a crowded room and tried to listen to every conversation at once?
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Words. Words mean things.]
You ever -
[A disgruntled involuntary sort of throat-cleaning noise, pushing himself half off the ground, shaky, blinking. He drags a hand over his eyes.]
You ever been in a crowded room and tried to listen to every conversation at once?