It resisted, but feebly so. His own senses were overwhelmed by disuse, but he could see the world as it saw, feel its pain, and with that, an understanding grew of what it was. One who moved in stealth. Who found and watched and twisted and killed.
But his body demanded his submission. He was losing his grip on its mind, on life, his heart growing louder and--
The first instinctive breath sent another spasm through him, pinned in place by the machine. He could feel it moving with his heart, pumping into him, a sensation viscerally abhorrent to him, but he could not allow it to stop. Its conduits had once filled him with the preservatives that set him in his journey across time. They now ensured he could live long enough in these waking moments, to return to that greater expanse if he saw fit.
For the galaxy had not felt ready. He struggled to hold onto the last shivvering moment of pan-galactic sight, try to think within the bounds of himself and a single point in time. There had been a sudden flickering of death so soon before it, of balance shifting. A glimpse of the things greater. He had only just begun considering its meaning before he had woke.
He breathed again as the shaking slowly began to subside. He reached out again. Slow. Careful. Questioning. Why was it here?
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Date: 2020-05-20 11:34 pm (UTC)But his body demanded his submission. He was losing his grip on its mind, on life, his heart growing louder and--
The first instinctive breath sent another spasm through him, pinned in place by the machine. He could feel it moving with his heart, pumping into him, a sensation viscerally abhorrent to him, but he could not allow it to stop. Its conduits had once filled him with the preservatives that set him in his journey across time. They now ensured he could live long enough in these waking moments, to return to that greater expanse if he saw fit.
For the galaxy had not felt ready. He struggled to hold onto the last shivvering moment of pan-galactic sight, try to think within the bounds of himself and a single point in time. There had been a sudden flickering of death so soon before it, of balance shifting. A glimpse of the things greater. He had only just begun considering its meaning before he had woke.
He breathed again as the shaking slowly began to subside. He reached out again. Slow. Careful. Questioning. Why was it here?