[There might be a scrunched up feeling in Firo's head, a feeling like some nonexistent face furrowing up in annoyed wrinkles.]
This'd be easier if I had a body. I know how men do it.
Because I was taught, I suppose.
[He can't help but remember that last part, the reminder that he knows the things he knows about humans because he was once as alive as the rest of them. Whatever's left of him curls away from the reminder, away from the thought, settles itself instead in a different part of Firo's brain.]
Maybe if you- If you think of what you saw. When you looked in.
[He doesn't like the idea but - as with everything else Firo is hearing from him - he can not even consider whether to share it. He is thought, right now. What he thinks is, more or less, what Firo hears.]
Then mayhap I'd see where the memories sit in you. Track them down.
[There is little he wants less than to be forced to look at his own - that other man's past. At Roland's life. The squirming dread lies heavy and obvious in every second of his thought. But he would have suggested it, maybe, even if he'd had a choice. The fact that it might work, regardless of the rest of the shadow's feelings on the matter, make it worth suggesting.]
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[There might be a scrunched up feeling in Firo's head, a feeling like some nonexistent face furrowing up in annoyed wrinkles.]
This'd be easier if I had a body. I know how men do it.
Because I was taught, I suppose.
[He can't help but remember that last part, the reminder that he knows the things he knows about humans because he was once as alive as the rest of them. Whatever's left of him curls away from the reminder, away from the thought, settles itself instead in a different part of Firo's brain.]
Maybe if you- If you think of what you saw. When you looked in.
[He doesn't like the idea but - as with everything else Firo is hearing from him - he can not even consider whether to share it. He is thought, right now. What he thinks is, more or less, what Firo hears.]
Then mayhap I'd see where the memories sit in you. Track them down.
[There is little he wants less than to be forced to look at his own - that other man's past. At Roland's life. The squirming dread lies heavy and obvious in every second of his thought. But he would have suggested it, maybe, even if he'd had a choice. The fact that it might work, regardless of the rest of the shadow's feelings on the matter, make it worth suggesting.]