It does make him feel like he's dying. As well as making him fear he's dying, because someone will forget him.
Fuck.
"How involved is it to reactivate you, though?" I ask quietly, eyes near boring through the back of his head. "If two of them can do it, can't you trust that one of them will? Can't you just turn off for six hours, now and then? I think you might need it, Jin. Five years..."
I take my jacket off, and hang it neatly over the railing next to him. Evening's warm enough, though I'm sure that if he were actually here, he'd keep his on. He knows he looks good in it.
He used to know that, anyway.
"Not much younger than you were," I observe. Jin already knew what he wanted to do. But he was still too damn young when he was taken, too.
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Date: 2012-11-20 10:54 am (UTC)Fuck.
"How involved is it to reactivate you, though?" I ask quietly, eyes near boring through the back of his head. "If two of them can do it, can't you trust that one of them will? Can't you just turn off for six hours, now and then? I think you might need it, Jin. Five years..."
I take my jacket off, and hang it neatly over the railing next to him. Evening's warm enough, though I'm sure that if he were actually here, he'd keep his on. He knows he looks good in it.
He used to know that, anyway.
"Not much younger than you were," I observe. Jin already knew what he wanted to do. But he was still too damn young when he was taken, too.