[In the hours (and single conversation) since reviving, Stein has realized he's apparently incapable of holding himself back. Everything flitting through his mind comes out in words and he can't stop it, can't remember how to put in the effort to try, can't recognize that it's happening until it's already happened. As revival effects go, it's obnoxious. But even with his awareness of his current condition, he's still somewhat startled to realize the hysterical, broken laughter flooding his ears is coming from him.
His fault. It's all his fault. The realization burns in his fading soul like spontaneous combustion, flares guilt and madness and he's laughing at the sheer absurdity of it all, the complete lack of understanding or control. The hubris of believing he could do anything, that he's ever been able to do anything, that his actions matter in the vast uncaring universe. It's all boiling out of him as he's on his knees in the snow, hands scrabbling in frozen whiteness for the dropped tablet, laughter and desperate apologies.
The static catches and covers everything except scraps of ragged sound.]
oops there's a breakdown happening here
His fault. It's all his fault. The realization burns in his fading soul like spontaneous combustion, flares guilt and madness and he's laughing at the sheer absurdity of it all, the complete lack of understanding or control. The hubris of believing he could do anything, that he's ever been able to do anything, that his actions matter in the vast uncaring universe. It's all boiling out of him as he's on his knees in the snow, hands scrabbling in frozen whiteness for the dropped tablet, laughter and desperate apologies.
The static catches and covers everything except scraps of ragged sound.]