[ joe's hands roam far and wide as they embrace but there is something methodical about it, checking to make sure nicky is alright. one hand curls around the back of nicky's neck, thumb brushing across the dip at the base of his skull. whole, uninjured, no blood and bits of skull and brain matted in his hair, nor any hint he can feel of the invasive surgery they'd had arriving here.
joe doesn't understand how the neural implant remains in their brains when their bodies push out bullets and needles and knives alike or how it was even possible to perform a surgery on them, but the thought of nicky alone in a lab having this surgery makes his stomach turn over.
was booker's betrayal not enough? ]
I'm here, [ he murmurs, voice soft, in nearly every language he knows. 'ana huna,je suis ici,aš čia,buradayım,ik ben hier,jas sum tuka,hemen nago,hawn qiegħda. sono qui, sono qui.
the implant translates but nicky knows all the same languages that joe knows and so there isn't a need to translate, instead a waterfall of languages that traces their romance across the globe, across centuries. ]
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joe doesn't understand how the neural implant remains in their brains when their bodies push out bullets and needles and knives alike or how it was even possible to perform a surgery on them, but the thought of nicky alone in a lab having this surgery makes his stomach turn over.
was booker's betrayal not enough? ]
I'm here, [ he murmurs, voice soft, in nearly every language he knows. 'ana huna, je suis ici, aš čia, buradayım, ik ben hier, jas sum tuka, hemen nago, hawn qiegħda. sono qui, sono qui.
the implant translates but nicky knows all the same languages that joe knows and so there isn't a need to translate, instead a waterfall of languages that traces their romance across the globe, across centuries. ]