mafuyu slowly blinks at dan , and then breaks apart the popsicle to share with him before sitting down . " .. it's okay. i took a long time to understand what was happening around me , and to me as well . " what does bro mean by that
IT DOESN'T SUIT HIM to look so confused . conflicted , even , blind to whatever it was that everyone else lately seemed to be seeing ; nevertheless still feeling something far outside of the strict framework that had engraved itself into his memories , days diligently passed training to be worthy of an ADAMAS ID .
he thinks to kindly refuse it at first --- the split popsicle , hardly in the mood for something sweet while murk clung to him like the heavy-weight stench of the sewers , but accepting would have given him an excuse to loiter for a while in silence , silence that he needed in order to better think , and so it's something that he accepts with a small nod of gratitude ; not understanding .
what do you mean ?
>> " are we going through the same thing ? "
my head's starting to hurt ...
to think that mafuyu might have been ahead of him --- but if that really were the case , then why hadn't the other said anything sooner ? an agent was always prepared for action , but not this ; not any of it , nothing like it , the turmoil , and the sudden sense of stranded isolation . again , he's suddenly a child , wondering just where his adoptive parent was in the labyrinth of a dark , cramped room filled with the buzz and hum of electrical machinery and spinning gears .
dan's head shakes , and the memory soon fades away with the motion , a melting drop from the edge of the popsicle spilling onto the ground like an unshed tear .
>> " i could go for something warm after this . '