He's scaring him and he can feel that and Carter stares at his hand, feeling the fear dance and spin and tingle on the back of his head and in his fingertips.
It's a new sensation, almost alien, like getting a new sense. Except it's not really all that new, is it? Because he knows exactly what it feels like. That hunger, that need. It doesn't come as a shock, it comes as recognition.
He would have preferred the shock.]
I...
[He clings for his hand for support. Or maybe to soak up his fear. He doesn't want to but he can't seem to stop himself and the guilt churns along with the excitement.]
I can do stuff that I couldn't do before. At first I thought it was like... you know. The museum. Something that comes and goes. But... I don't think that's it.
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He's scaring him and he can feel that and Carter stares at his hand, feeling the fear dance and spin and tingle on the back of his head and in his fingertips.
It's a new sensation, almost alien, like getting a new sense. Except it's not really all that new, is it? Because he knows exactly what it feels like. That hunger, that need. It doesn't come as a shock, it comes as recognition.
He would have preferred the shock.]
I...
[He clings for his hand for support. Or maybe to soak up his fear. He doesn't want to but he can't seem to stop himself and the guilt churns along with the excitement.]
I can do stuff that I couldn't do before. At first I thought it was like... you know. The museum. Something that comes and goes. But... I don't think that's it.