[He draws in a breath through his nose, like that burst of emotion was too much, like has to coil himself in again. And he does.]
My parents were a lot like that. Vegetables, at the very end, but before then - lost, and gibbering, they didn't know me or their own names, couldn't remember where they were from one second to the next. Totally shattered.
And I've met people who didn't seem like that at all. Who walked around and talked and seemed - fine, just like you or me. But there wasn't anything inside at all, not even a scared lost spark with no memory. Like a wind-up toy going around gossiping and making pie.
Your soul's still ticking along even if your heart's not, I can see it. But there are things that can rip it away without touching the body at all. That's the worst kind of gone.
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My parents were a lot like that. Vegetables, at the very end, but before then - lost, and gibbering, they didn't know me or their own names, couldn't remember where they were from one second to the next. Totally shattered.
And I've met people who didn't seem like that at all. Who walked around and talked and seemed - fine, just like you or me. But there wasn't anything inside at all, not even a scared lost spark with no memory. Like a wind-up toy going around gossiping and making pie.
Your soul's still ticking along even if your heart's not, I can see it. But there are things that can rip it away without touching the body at all. That's the worst kind of gone.