*...But of course, it would practically be criminal for this not to happen.
Enoch is first struck by the cafeteria's emptiness, the new whiteness of everything only making it seem lonelier. But there's something strangely nostalgic about it too, something that makes him not immediately think the collarless stranger is an admin.
It's only when he's approached him that he thinks about it. He sits beside the stranger, for a moment rendered speechless by his presence.*
You don't have a collar...are you from below the tower?
*Even now, he can't bring himself to ask him if he's another of their hosts.*
I really shouldn't be adding to the tag pile that's bound to ensue this week...
Enoch is first struck by the cafeteria's emptiness, the new whiteness of everything only making it seem lonelier. But there's something strangely nostalgic about it too, something that makes him not immediately think the collarless stranger is an admin.
It's only when he's approached him that he thinks about it. He sits beside the stranger, for a moment rendered speechless by his presence.*
You don't have a collar...are you from below the tower?
*Even now, he can't bring himself to ask him if he's another of their hosts.*