[There are words flitting through the air, unfiltered by so many of the sensors that he's used to and it all still feels far too strange and cloying with every passing moment. But there's pressure too, heat, and there's a faint memory of sensation that he draws on to steady himself.
Another breath and his fingers twitch, this time stronger against the cold floor and he forces himself to act.]
Operator.
[It isn't the same as projecting himself through the orbiter's speakers, and the words come hoarse and quiet. But they're there, he's there.
There's a sense of weakness that permeates through him, but with trembling fingers he reaches up and brushes his palm against the back of the tenno's hand.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2017-01-17 10:07 pm (UTC)Another breath and his fingers twitch, this time stronger against the cold floor and he forces himself to act.]
Operator.
[It isn't the same as projecting himself through the orbiter's speakers, and the words come hoarse and quiet. But they're there, he's there.
There's a sense of weakness that permeates through him, but with trembling fingers he reaches up and brushes his palm against the back of the tenno's hand.]