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[howtheyshine]

There's a break in the howling darkness. It's all he knows or needs to know. There's a break in his endless, roiling, bleak existence, a crack of light under a door that shouldn't exist, only exists because it's been forced.

There's a break in the darkness, and He leaps for it with abandon. Even oblivion would be better than the harrowing monotony of nightmares. He leaps, and plunges into cold and silence.

For a moment He doesn't know where he is, or maybe more accurately he is nowhere that should be. It's paralyzing, skewering, a death-beyond-death nothingness pain that lasts only for a breath--

--and then his consciousness careens into a field of firefly minds, bodies and beings, places to hide from what follows.

What follows?

He doesn't remember.

All he knows is that one of the fireflies is laced with starlight, and he streaks toward the beautiful shimmer of it without a second thought.

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[howtheyshine]

He considers that, flexing the structures inside his cloth fingers so he can watch the hands move. "Strange. Difficult. It requires... focus. Delicacy."

He's pretty sure he couldn't manage to walk and touch things at the same time, not yet anyway.

"It..." What's the right word. "It aches a little."

He has no way to compare it to sore muscles or physical fatigue. 'Aches' is the closest he's got.

[withintenfeet]

It's certainly enough to get a thoughtful nod from Zerxus.

"This is only a guess, since we...inhabit our bodies very differently." One of his bigger understatements. "But that could mean you need to rest, until the soreness fades."

Now, whether that simply means remaining still as the hodmedod or retreating back into Zerxus, he really doesn't know.

[howtheyshine]

He growls.

"I don't need rest. I never have."

He will NOT take a nap!!!

[withintenfeet]

Uh-huh.

With a wry arch of his eyebrows, "You've never been a hodmedod, either."

[howtheyshine]

It's probably hard to take his glare seriously.

"I am still a god. Whatever form I take."

[withintenfeet]

Zerxus at least manages not to grin back. All those years of barely smiling, finally paying off!

"Yes. I don't see how that changes anything."

[howtheyshine]

Zerxus might recognize the feelings pricking at the entity's being, even from the outside. Anxiety, self-consciousness, fear.

"I'm not that weak."