[ Todd does trip finally, maybe it was inevitable, but the thing he trips on is a log and so instead of ending up shoulder-deep in swamp muck, he just ends up sitting down on an old, wet hunk of tree. He can feel the damp of it seeping into his pant leg, its rotting, mossy bark coming apart under his fingers. (If it feels this real, it has to be real, don't it?) (But how can it be?) ]
What're you talking about? [ How're you talking? You ain't moving your lips, but girls ain't got Noise. ] What sadness? [ Todd asks, even though he knows (shut up), and he has to scramble to hide it deep below other Noise, stuff that don't matter like how many steps he thinks he took today and what he's gonna do for food when he wakes up and, and...
But it's hard because there ain't a lot Todd can think about right now that don't make him sad somehow and thoughts of Viola and Ben and Cillian seem to well up the more he tries to shove them down. ]
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What're you talking about? [ How're you talking? You ain't moving your lips, but girls ain't got Noise. ] What sadness? [ Todd asks, even though he knows (shut up), and he has to scramble to hide it deep below other Noise, stuff that don't matter like how many steps he thinks he took today and what he's gonna do for food when he wakes up and, and...
But it's hard because there ain't a lot Todd can think about right now that don't make him sad somehow and thoughts of Viola and Ben and Cillian seem to well up the more he tries to shove them down. ]