"A fair question," Shockwave said, hoarse indignation of his voice petering out to a calmer timbre, "One with an answer that I'm afraid would only dim what I am sure is an already low opinion of our species."
It occurred to him that he should be mortified. Ashamed with himself and whatever episode had completely overtaken him, but he is not. Curiosity was a constant in his life and that at least never changed. He would like to know why exactly it is he can't move. Shockwave registered that the fire at least should be suffocated, as he struggled in vain against nothing.
What have you done to me? Shockwave believed he had begun to understand the rules Emma had created as he employed his own running inner monologue. His verbal stream of consciousness was much less guarded and composed. Fear and agitation permeated it like the stench on an infected wound.
no subject
It occurred to him that he should be mortified. Ashamed with himself and whatever episode had completely overtaken him, but he is not. Curiosity was a constant in his life and that at least never changed. He would like to know why exactly it is he can't move. Shockwave registered that the fire at least should be suffocated, as he struggled in vain against nothing.
What have you done to me? Shockwave believed he had begun to understand the rules Emma had created as he employed his own running inner monologue. His verbal stream of consciousness was much less guarded and composed. Fear and agitation permeated it like the stench on an infected wound.