#ilzperor

<'My head feels it's going to split in two.'> <'Not in the same way as before.'> I couldn't help the small breath of a laugh, <'Diagonal. Louder.'> <'As opposed to...?'> I felt a quick series of shocks dance across the back of my head, it was oddly pleasant at least. <'Cracks from a small drilling deeper while being held underwater.'> <'You will adjust.'> <'Do they always think so fucking loudly?'> If The Emperor wasn't holding my focus in the one place the other patrons of the Elfsong's thoughts or voices or the others upstairs might be overwhelming my own. Their thoughts cut through bringing the competing roar of sound and emotions to an almost tolerable rumble constantly beating underneath. <'You will adjust. We cannot waste much more time without making progress. In the morning you resume.'> <'...Afternoon. I have to readjust to the sun regrettably still choosing to exist on top of an unfamiliar mind. Unpacking, taking stock of our supplies, letting a few more people know I'm not dead before they find out from anyone else--'> They cut me off <'I was mistaken, you're resuming within the hour, I was letting you rest.'>