Hi. I had this fic saved in my memories as something I should read at some point. Which I just did, a year and a half later, but. Wow. I have to agree with what everybody said: this really is fantastic. I love your imagery, especially in the first two paragraphs -- the way you describe their numbness to the world. And:
Consciously he generalizes the thoughts, like everything is so soft and everything is so warm, because it makes sense that softness and warmth are good things, and everyone wants good things. Everyone would want a slice of that, especially if it's so fucking scarce.
That's a really nice little piece of psychology, and you can read so many things into it: generalising things so he doesn't have to think about what he's doing, exactly, generalising so it blots all the rest out, and so he can take all the good he can get from it. OK, actually, I can't explain it, but that's exactly why I love that bit, because it just feels right.
And the way everything points to how they're just nothing anymore. *shudders*
A little late, but...
Consciously he generalizes the thoughts, like everything is so soft and everything is so warm, because it makes sense that softness and warmth are good things, and everyone wants good things. Everyone would want a slice of that, especially if it's so fucking scarce.
That's a really nice little piece of psychology, and you can read so many things into it: generalising things so he doesn't have to think about what he's doing, exactly, generalising so it blots all the rest out, and so he can take all the good he can get from it. OK, actually, I can't explain it, but that's exactly why I love that bit, because it just feels right.
And the way everything points to how they're just nothing anymore. *shudders*
Thanks very much for sharing!