SK Snippet"So, did you find anything?""Well... yes." Sylvia furrows her brow. She doesn't want to upset the man, but there is no foreseeable way to break this sort of news without it being upsetting. "I found a man in armor like yours, but he wasn't in a salvageable state.""What do you mean, salvageable?" For the first time since she's encountered him, Barnaby shows some emotion, his tone indignant. "Surely you wouldn't leave an injured person...?""Oh, no, certainly not! He was very dead."From the look on Barnaby's face, it seems that now was not the time for dry humor.
That Other PersonI often feel like my body's inhabited by two different people.Like any roommate, I'm usually thankful for their presence.Though, sometimes it's hard to live with that other person.Often, they are simply unbearable.I spent a long, difficult time trying to squash that other person out.Hurtling along at insane speeds, while somehow trapped in complete stillness.I couldn't find a single shred of joy with them.I wanted nothing more than peace of mind.I was told I needed a lot of things. One was written on a prescription pad.The medicine worked. I could finally smile, and I could finally sleep.But I found that my peace of mind was a farce; A pleasant, low-lit fog.I was smiling, but I wasn't really feeling, and I wasn't really thinking.The colors and words were no longer there, just muddled greys and garbled talk.I found that I wanted those back; I wanted that other person back.I always feel like my body's inhabited by two different people.I'm usually thankful for its twisted,