He bit down hard on his lower lip, focusing on the pain, Ishtar's voice, the floor below him (at least it felt like solid ground, so long as he didn't look at it), anything that wasn't the spinning in his head. The stream of disjointed sentences hadn't stopped, were only half-muffled: "This isn't right. I stopped. I got better. It shouldn't have a hold over me."
Baraq met her eyes, and the litany stopped. He dropped his hands into his lap. After a long pause, his next words were halting and chosen with care, but steady for once. "I would think," he said, "with these surroundings, I was in Cocytus, but I would remember being recalled. And you don't feel like a human soul or a demon." He hesitated a moment. "You're from Mesopotamia, aren't you?"
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Date: Tuesday, 26 January 2010 11:21 (UTC)Baraq met her eyes, and the litany stopped. He dropped his hands into his lap. After a long pause, his next words were halting and chosen with care, but steady for once. "I would think," he said, "with these surroundings, I was in Cocytus, but I would remember being recalled. And you don't feel like a human soul or a demon." He hesitated a moment. "You're from Mesopotamia, aren't you?"