[Will feels, because that's what Will does. But Yuri...he doesn't feel much of anything at all. Maybe a little embarrassment coupled with mild irritation, but nothing more than that. At its worst, those feelings spawn a little flicker: a spark that couldn't light a fire with a match and gasoline.
And the reason for that is obvious, really.
He's become used to this. The dying. The coming back to life. The dying again. And all the wash, rinse, repeat, ad nauseam that goes along with it. Maybe that's why...]
I appreciate the offer, Will. But what is there to say? I've been here before. It isn't nearly as disturbing an experience the third time around.
Besides...that's the sort of thing I should discuss with my psychiatrist, wouldn't you agree?
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And the reason for that is obvious, really.
He's become used to this. The dying. The coming back to life. The dying again. And all the wash, rinse, repeat, ad nauseam that goes along with it. Maybe that's why...]
I appreciate the offer, Will. But what is there to say? I've been here before. It isn't nearly as disturbing an experience the third time around.
Besides...that's the sort of thing I should discuss with my psychiatrist, wouldn't you agree?
[Is he joking? He's probably joking.]