[ Joshua's world isn't so much for technology, with the Orbal Revolution still being within the oldest generation's lifetime. And while he's had more exposure than most, thanks to his time in Ouroboros, there's no getting around the fact that computers are a rarity, in his world - he's better informed than the average person for even having an idea to attach the word to.
So the sudden sense of understanding is strange, to put it gently - but it's information, and wherever it's coming from, information has always been far easier for him to handle than emotions. It's a welcome distraction to latch onto, and he goes after it headfirst. ]
I'm not worried about myself.
[ It's somewhere between simple fact and self-depreciation, and while he doesn't make the effort to project anything, the memories attached to it are in plain view. The well-practiced silence of a flawless intrusion, the smooth motion of a blade slicing a throat. An exit made like a shadow dissolving in the sunlight. He's not worried because he's long since learned how to handle himself.
(And because what does a tool care, when it breaks?) ]
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So the sudden sense of understanding is strange, to put it gently - but it's information, and wherever it's coming from, information has always been far easier for him to handle than emotions. It's a welcome distraction to latch onto, and he goes after it headfirst. ]
I'm not worried about myself.
[ It's somewhere between simple fact and self-depreciation, and while he doesn't make the effort to project anything, the memories attached to it are in plain view. The well-practiced silence of a flawless intrusion, the smooth motion of a blade slicing a throat. An exit made like a shadow dissolving in the sunlight. He's not worried because he's long since learned how to handle himself.
(And because what does a tool care, when it breaks?) ]