[The advice of tea, of all things, gets a soft laugh out of him - a very uncharacteristic response, but oh, the irony. He cannot help but admire it. That too is a small consolation.]
How pleasant that would have been... [There is the musing, aloof tone again, but he cannot hold it. His voice cracks and this time the coughing gets its way, hard and even painful. What is he to do with pain? How does he integrate it into being who and what he has considered himself to be?]
I think I - might really be sick [he mutters, with something like awe at the possibility.]
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How pleasant that would have been... [There is the musing, aloof tone again, but he cannot hold it. His voice cracks and this time the coughing gets its way, hard and even painful. What is he to do with pain? How does he integrate it into being who and what he has considered himself to be?]
I think I - might really be sick [he mutters, with something like awe at the possibility.]