[Ah. Not any of the questions he was expecting, but not one that brings him any more joy to consider. Kim reanimates almost instantly, his brow furrowing, and the various lines on his face look to cut a bit deeper before he adjusts his glasses, almost to make sure they’re still there.]
That is what the Kenoma would have us believe.
[He slips his glasses off, and runs his thumb over the bend on the slightly crooked left arm. They'd dented when he knocked them off his nightstand one morning as he groped around for his alarm clock. A minor annoyance at the time, but--]
Now I'm not so sure. [Kim cleans the lenses with the hem of his jacket.] Have you found evidence of the contrary?
[His voice, again, masks the sudden drop of anticipation in his stomach.]
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That is what the Kenoma would have us believe.
[He slips his glasses off, and runs his thumb over the bend on the slightly crooked left arm. They'd dented when he knocked them off his nightstand one morning as he groped around for his alarm clock. A minor annoyance at the time, but--]
Now I'm not so sure. [Kim cleans the lenses with the hem of his jacket.] Have you found evidence of the contrary?
[His voice, again, masks the sudden drop of anticipation in his stomach.]