[And, just like that, Zeno is there too. It startles him--
[He cannot claim it is unwelcome. Kija is honestly regretting pretty much all of it - he cannot understand, he simply can not, and yet it seems so... so self-evident to almost everyone else - and he's sick of staring at that screen thing, it makes his eyes ache and he thinks he is getting another headache. He had been angry when he wrote that post, with himself and with whoever was behind all this and with the whole horrible, sickening situation, angry and frustrated and utterly sick at heart; he wishes he was angry still. All he has is dissatisfaction and exasperation and utter exhaustion, and the nagging doubt that any of the things he's been writing are things he actually wanted to say.
[So he doesn't really know how to answer Zeno's question. Everything he thought he was feeling just seems so - so completely addled by trying to explain it all in text only to a mixed bag of concerned friends, of strangers, opinionated and occasionally entirely unsympathetic, and small children. He cannot remember for the life of him how he was feeling when all this began, except that he'd been angry.]
I... oh, I don't know. I cannot really remember what I thought. Do people actually enjoy communicating like this?
[If this counts as basic technology, count him out.]
action forever~
[And, just like that, Zeno is there too. It startles him--
[He cannot claim it is unwelcome. Kija is honestly regretting pretty much all of it - he cannot understand, he simply can not, and yet it seems so... so self-evident to almost everyone else - and he's sick of staring at that screen thing, it makes his eyes ache and he thinks he is getting another headache. He had been angry when he wrote that post, with himself and with whoever was behind all this and with the whole horrible, sickening situation, angry and frustrated and utterly sick at heart; he wishes he was angry still. All he has is dissatisfaction and exasperation and utter exhaustion, and the nagging doubt that any of the things he's been writing are things he actually wanted to say.
[So he doesn't really know how to answer Zeno's question. Everything he thought he was feeling just seems so - so completely addled by trying to explain it all in text only to a mixed bag of concerned friends, of strangers, opinionated and occasionally entirely unsympathetic, and small children. He cannot remember for the life of him how he was feeling when all this began, except that he'd been angry.]
I... oh, I don't know. I cannot really remember what I thought. Do people actually enjoy communicating like this?
[If this counts as basic technology, count him out.]