[Being in a smaller, enclosed space does make him feel better. Like he could breathe easier... if he could breathe. Ever since he got the gills, he hasn't been able to fill his lungs. Since he can survive without breathing, he's been able to set that aside to focus on survival, but now that he's safe, away from there... It's all catching up on him.
What does he need? He needs blood. He needs to take a deep breath and calm down. He needs a small, dark, enclosed place he can crawl into and curl up in. He needs to not be wet, he hates water and his cloak clinging to him, but the new fish side of him wants to be surrounded by water at all times. He needs to stretch his legs, but they're gone. He needs his clothes back, his worn-down pants and his taped-together shoes, he'd kept them safe for years but now they're somewhere in that lab, probably to be thrown away by some scientists. He needs to get rid of this feeling of thin webbed skin between his fingers, it's uncomfortable and makes him want to rip it off. He needs to see the people he cares about, to hear them talk his ears off with stupid, meaningless prattle about some kids' shows and sci-fi sagas he's never seen. He needs to hug a small, round, cute animal. He needs someone to ruffle his hair and tell him he's going to be all right.
He needs so many things he can't have. He curls up on his side and covers up his face with his arm, trying to block out the ambient light.]
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What does he need? He needs blood. He needs to take a deep breath and calm down. He needs a small, dark, enclosed place he can crawl into and curl up in. He needs to not be wet, he hates water and his cloak clinging to him, but the new fish side of him wants to be surrounded by water at all times. He needs to stretch his legs, but they're gone. He needs his clothes back, his worn-down pants and his taped-together shoes, he'd kept them safe for years but now they're somewhere in that lab, probably to be thrown away by some scientists. He needs to get rid of this feeling of thin webbed skin between his fingers, it's uncomfortable and makes him want to rip it off. He needs to see the people he cares about, to hear them talk his ears off with stupid, meaningless prattle about some kids' shows and sci-fi sagas he's never seen. He needs to hug a small, round, cute animal. He needs someone to ruffle his hair and tell him he's going to be all right.
He needs so many things he can't have. He curls up on his side and covers up his face with his arm, trying to block out the ambient light.]
Just lemme rest...