[A puff of air that could be a laugh, and he stands, moving in a way that makes it obvious he's not completely in control of his body.]
Sloppy?
[The word trails off into confusion.]
I don't remember.
[He doesn't know if he's lying or not. There's blood on his hands, splattered on the white of his lab coat. When he looks at Shiro his whole head turns rather than just his eyes, a sweeping, loose movement.]
Am I?
[He'd been trying to fight it for so long, hanging on to the edge in fear of the unknown.
no subject
Sloppy?
[The word trails off into confusion.]
I don't remember.
[He doesn't know if he's lying or not. There's blood on his hands, splattered on the white of his lab coat. When he looks at Shiro his whole head turns rather than just his eyes, a sweeping, loose movement.]
Am I?
[He'd been trying to fight it for so long, hanging on to the edge in fear of the unknown.
Then he let go.
It's not so bad here.]