[ It’s almost comical, in a way, how quickly things can swing. Harold’s still talking but Carver barely hears it beyond a ringing in his ears not unlike tinnitus. Like the first time he felt an IED go off so close to his feet. It shook the earth, but the world just kept on going. A machine isn’t a child, he’d say, if he could manage anything coherent right now. How dare you compare the two.
He’s shaking, Carver realizes distantly. He feels somewhat apart from himself. ]
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[ It’s almost comical, in a way, how quickly things can swing. Harold’s still talking but Carver barely hears it beyond a ringing in his ears not unlike tinnitus. Like the first time he felt an IED go off so close to his feet. It shook the earth, but the world just kept on going. A machine isn’t a child, he’d say, if he could manage anything coherent right now. How dare you compare the two.
He’s shaking, Carver realizes distantly. He feels somewhat apart from himself. ]
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