( another pause, this one longer. suffice to say that it's filled with xingchen's absolute best attempt to reason out how he might once again manage to establish forward movement. but his thoughts won't untangle, and he finally lets out a helpless half-choked sound that the laptop mercifully fails to transcribe. )
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i'm not certain which way
i don't understand
( and he does know that it won't get better without a fire, but he's just spent something like five or six seconds wondering why it is that he can't reach the ground despite sitting on it before it hit him that he just plain can't feel it. a thick and oppressive numb, like he's slept on his arm incorrectly. teeth close on his lip (too sharp, he forgot which form he was in - there's blood there now instead of just his cheeks) but his thoughts refuse to unmuddy enough to tell him how to start a fire if he can't even feel for kindling. )
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i
i'm not certain which way
i don't understand
( and he does know that it won't get better without a fire, but he's just spent something like five or six seconds wondering why it is that he can't reach the ground despite sitting on it before it hit him that he just plain can't feel it. a thick and oppressive numb, like he's slept on his arm incorrectly. teeth close on his lip (too sharp, he forgot which form he was in - there's blood there now instead of just his cheeks) but his thoughts refuse to unmuddy enough to tell him how to start a fire if he can't even feel for kindling. )