[ He feels it, but he knows it's not his. It's not first-hand, the way the memories of South America were. There's the tinge that makes them wholly Annie, even if it feels odd to get the runoff.
(It feels odd to feel anything at all. Like it's snuck under his skin and settled.)
November is just letting the numbness take its place again when Annie starts crying, face red in the way that tears bring on. He's not sure what to do. ]
I would advise against murder as a first step.
[ As would the symbiote, if he remembers anything Misato told him. ]
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(It feels odd to feel anything at all. Like it's snuck under his skin and settled.)
November is just letting the numbness take its place again when Annie starts crying, face red in the way that tears bring on. He's not sure what to do. ]
I would advise against murder as a first step.
[ As would the symbiote, if he remembers anything Misato told him. ]
Now, who are we trying to kill? And what for?