A smile, but distracted as he thinks. Weird is not the word he would use, this time.
Maybe strange.
But he wants to live, so he says, "Stable," as in, his heart isn't doing anything weird this time, there's no dull migraine pulsing away, no fluctuations of his senses. His hands form up into fists. He is not constantly aware of his own powers, like staying grounded to the earth is not a choice he makes every time he takes a step, operating on an ingrained subconscious level he'd had to unlearn to fly, but here, deliberately, he feels around for those senses.
They're not gone, exactly, but weak. Weakening. If he spent enough time in here, he suspects he'd hit baseline. (They'd established early that he won't meet any continued deterioration effects, so long as they don't fuck up. An alarming threshold to avoid, but a comparatively easy one compared to Bruce's delicate blood vessels.)
He stands, focusing on other taken for granted aspects, like the odd shallowness of his own breathing, which—feels weird, but also reminds him of the way that had felt on the Black Zero, after some violent bleeding from his lungs from the suddenness of it.
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Maybe strange.
But he wants to live, so he says, "Stable," as in, his heart isn't doing anything weird this time, there's no dull migraine pulsing away, no fluctuations of his senses. His hands form up into fists. He is not constantly aware of his own powers, like staying grounded to the earth is not a choice he makes every time he takes a step, operating on an ingrained subconscious level he'd had to unlearn to fly, but here, deliberately, he feels around for those senses.
They're not gone, exactly, but weak. Weakening. If he spent enough time in here, he suspects he'd hit baseline. (They'd established early that he won't meet any continued deterioration effects, so long as they don't fuck up. An alarming threshold to avoid, but a comparatively easy one compared to Bruce's delicate blood vessels.)
He stands, focusing on other taken for granted aspects, like the odd shallowness of his own breathing, which—feels weird, but also reminds him of the way that had felt on the Black Zero, after some violent bleeding from his lungs from the suddenness of it.
Nice of them to skip that part.
"Good," he adds. Wordsmith.