[ However obvious their conversation is... Petre doesn't look like he's listening. He's much too focused on a single thought, and that thought is directed straight at Brandon, who is finally looking back. Someone trying to explain to him that he has fathered anyone would just not reach any concept of understanding, so there is never a reaction. Their language might as well be foreign.
And yet, he still has some moments of apparent lucidity. They're no different than an animal who can mimic human speech, though: just a collection of sounds and behaviors that will supposedly get him something if he does and repeats them just right.
So he closes his mouth. Hands still clawing around the metal bars, he leans away and straightens himself up to be at eye level with Brandon, even though the blackness of his eyes never goes away. Instead his eyebrows knit, his lips press uncomfortably and his voice builds on a little melody, words still scratching at his throat. ]
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And yet, he still has some moments of apparent lucidity. They're no different than an animal who can mimic human speech, though: just a collection of sounds and behaviors that will supposedly get him something if he does and repeats them just right.
So he closes his mouth. Hands still clawing around the metal bars, he leans away and straightens himself up to be at eye level with Brandon, even though the blackness of his eyes never goes away. Instead his eyebrows knit, his lips press uncomfortably and his voice builds on a little melody, words still scratching at his throat. ]
I'm so hungry. Help me. Please.