Light scribbles on paper was the response to the man's words, information jotted down in a strange, cryptic shorthand.
As the final words were jotted down, X's hand tightened only a hair around his writing instrument.
"It's disgusting. People aren't toys to play around with; he's not going to get away with this."
He let out a breath; breathing consciously was a strange thing, to notice the feeling of air coming in and out of lungs that he never had before. Fascinating, but altogether foreign and strange...
How did Landel manage to do it? What technology allowed him to take others and place them in bodies like this?
That, like his other questions, could be answered later.
X glanced up, his eyes meeting his companion's.
"And thank you for the information. I'll have to keep an eye out, see what I can find."
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As the final words were jotted down, X's hand tightened only a hair around his writing instrument.
"It's disgusting. People aren't toys to play around with; he's not going to get away with this."
He let out a breath; breathing consciously was a strange thing, to notice the feeling of air coming in and out of lungs that he never had before. Fascinating, but altogether foreign and strange...
How did Landel manage to do it? What technology allowed him to take others and place them in bodies like this?
That, like his other questions, could be answered later.
X glanced up, his eyes meeting his companion's.
"And thank you for the information. I'll have to keep an eye out, see what I can find."
He paused.
"My name's X."