[color=a36209]"Alas, poor Yorick,"[/color] quoted Shadrach in an outbreath, resting the skull on the lower torso of the body that had grown it. [color=a36209]"A fellow of infinite jest. Not anymore, anyway."[/color] The thin boy on the ground still hadn't moved much, but his body was stabilising. Shad thought he'd leave the other teenager to whatever chain of thought he had to untangle. He knew how it felt to have to steal a moment's quiet out of a harsh day, and he had some empathy- And a trickle of anticipation. The boy was staring at his own dice with more intensity than Shadrach liked to be around. It reminded him of an elastic band stretched too far taut. His steps were casual as he left, but he moved with inhuman speed.

He didn't go very far. Just far enough, maybe, to stay out of reach of the couple who were playing with fire. Joined by the girl with the glass. [color=a36209][i]Let them play. It's not like they can hurt themselves. Not much. Not my responsibility.[/i][/color] The injured humans at the edges of his vision may well have been his responsibility, if he took a moment to consider the situation, but Shadrach didn't. Empathy towards the meat puppets was remarkably slow in coming. Some of them caught his attention sooner than others, though, especially the one screaming 'holy shit' at the top of his lungs as he bolted from the grey-haired man standing over his old body. His comrade shortly followed.

[color=a36209]"Takes some of us longer than others to get the feel of it,"[/color] commented Shadrach levelly towards the middling man, casting his eyes first to the airborne kids on the far side of the wreck, then to the still frame of the pale-haired teenager, then back again. Then back to the teen. He didn't feel very far away at all. [color=a36209]"The motes of soot spinning through the air. A human'd never see them, ever. But once you feel them- It's like a ballet."[/color] He liked this guy, so far, who didn't seem nearly as stressed, but just as quiet.

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