Your throat...? [A pause, and then his eyebrows - already furrowed with concern, and now with concentration - unwind a little as Marco's intent settles in.] ...You can't talk. [He still hasn't spoken a word, and come to think of it, Jean hasn't heard him make a sound, except for his breathing and that gasp before.] You can't talk?
[He's found what's missing. Then...Marco had died? He had died, and there had to be a penalty, something to trade for the fucking miracle of bringing him back to life, because anything could be toyed with here. He had died and Jean didn't even know. His chest clenches like a fist.
Or is this just a side-effect of being experimented on? That happens, doesn't it? People return to the closure altered somehow, until the lingering experiment wears off. Then how long will they have to wait?]
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[He's found what's missing. Then...Marco had died? He had died, and there had to be a penalty, something to trade for the fucking miracle of bringing him back to life, because anything could be toyed with here. He had died and Jean didn't even know. His chest clenches like a fist.
Or is this just a side-effect of being experimented on? That happens, doesn't it? People return to the closure altered somehow, until the lingering experiment wears off. Then how long will they have to wait?]