[Something - something still nestled inside Firo, somewhere - shivers at the name, starts trying to shut its consciousness off again. But the question penetrates - the location penetrates and he knows what to do, when someone enters here for the first time. That much he knows. That much he is used to knowing.]
Y o u shouldn't b e here
[The thought comes out sluggish and indistinct. It sounds different here than it did; it feels the same. It isn't Firo's thought.]
Go. You should go. Does he have a right to be here?
[That last isn't directed at Firo but the thought is still confused, fuzzy at all its edges. It doesn't quite know who it ought be directing itself to.]
no subject
Y o u shouldn't b e here[The thought comes out sluggish and indistinct. It sounds different here than it did; it feels the same. It isn't Firo's thought.]
Go. You should go. Does he have a right to be here?[That last isn't directed at Firo but the thought is still confused, fuzzy at all its edges. It doesn't quite know who it ought be directing itself to.]