"You've forgotten me," said Larrikin, sounding horrified and sad at once. "I think I'll have to remedy this. I also think I should be insulted. But first I'm going to remedy this. I'm going to remedy this by reminding you exactly what it means to be me."
As irritating as Hopeless's presence was, at least the man let Solomon see visuals. Even ones he didn't want to see, such as Larrikin with Ravel's head on his lap, and patting his cheek.
How was it possible than only a handful of hours ago, Solomon had been amused and vaguely enjoying the sense of comfort and familiarity which had permeated Deuce's living-room? How was it possible that he might have been, in some fashion, enjoying the camaraderie? With someone sleeping on him? With the man who had tried to murder him twice sleeping on him?
Solomon wasn't aware how tense his body was until Merlin laid a hand on his arm. "You are not," Merlin said quietly, "expected to react well."
"Really?" Solomon asked scathingly. "Fancy that."
He wanted to shake off the old man's hand and leave, just leave. He couldn't. This damned blindness meant he had to rely on people.
"I should go back to the Sanctuary," Deuce said regretfully. Solomon could see it in the waft of his soul.
"I'll go," Solomon said without thinking. "You have fun with your ... soulmates." Now he just needed to figure out how to get back to the Sanctuary without having to be near ... any one of the Dead Men, really.
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As irritating as Hopeless's presence was, at least the man let Solomon see visuals. Even ones he didn't want to see, such as Larrikin with Ravel's head on his lap, and patting his cheek.
How was it possible than only a handful of hours ago, Solomon had been amused and vaguely enjoying the sense of comfort and familiarity which had permeated Deuce's living-room? How was it possible that he might have been, in some fashion, enjoying the camaraderie? With someone sleeping on him? With the man who had tried to murder him twice sleeping on him?
Solomon wasn't aware how tense his body was until Merlin laid a hand on his arm. "You are not," Merlin said quietly, "expected to react well."
"Really?" Solomon asked scathingly. "Fancy that."
He wanted to shake off the old man's hand and leave, just leave. He couldn't. This damned blindness meant he had to rely on people.
"I should go back to the Sanctuary," Deuce said regretfully. Solomon could see it in the waft of his soul.
"I'll go," Solomon said without thinking. "You have fun with your ... soulmates." Now he just needed to figure out how to get back to the Sanctuary without having to be near ... any one of the Dead Men, really.