No... [ He turns his head, so that he's practically murmuring into the man's neck. Could make it difficult to understand his next words: ] I mean literally...
[ It's one memory/delusion that's been particularly persistent, ever since his accident. Off with his head, whispered into the Knave's ear. Off with his head.
His eyes shut, and for once today, he's starting to feel a little relaxed. He's been absolutely starved of physical affection for so long. (Decades, he thinks, which doesn't make much sense, because he isn't that old.)
Jefferson shifts his head again, so that he's no longer pressing his face into the crook of the man's neck. Opening his eyes, he stares out at the people reveling and celebrating all along Main Street. ]
It might be too late for that. I think... I belong in a hospital.
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[ It's one memory/delusion that's been particularly persistent, ever since his accident. Off with his head, whispered into the Knave's ear. Off with his head.
His eyes shut, and for once today, he's starting to feel a little relaxed. He's been absolutely starved of physical affection for so long. (Decades, he thinks, which doesn't make much sense, because he isn't that old.)
Jefferson shifts his head again, so that he's no longer pressing his face into the crook of the man's neck. Opening his eyes, he stares out at the people reveling and celebrating all along Main Street. ]
It might be too late for that. I think... I belong in a hospital.