[ He apprehends Kaji's presence as an aspect of the terrain, his mind a jumble of traces: flowers and cigarettes, a deep unreal shade of blue and a ceaseless mechanical stare, light green on dark in a contrast that has the texture of stubble, intentions turned inside-out.
An echo.
A subvocal, subconscious mmm rubs up against his words. ] Doesn't sound like me. [ "Me" something of an abstraction, Rust's thinking skewing only temporarily toward conversation. He doesn't quite grasp the implication, doesn't quite care to. ]
Out for your morning constitutional? [ On its heels: ] (Were you with them?)
no subject
An echo.
A subvocal, subconscious mmm rubs up against his words. ] Doesn't sound like me. [ "Me" something of an abstraction, Rust's thinking skewing only temporarily toward conversation. He doesn't quite grasp the implication, doesn't quite care to. ]
Out for your morning constitutional? [ On its heels: ] ( Were you with them? )