Miguel in the midst of trying to process all this could never get himself to cry. His eyes remained stubbornly dry, even as it felt like his chest was being flipped inside out trying to confront everything he worked so hard to lock away. Even if it felt like the right reaction.
The forlorn look on his face was the closest he’s gotten in a while. He squeezes his eyes shut, takes a breath in, and regains his composure.
“Yeah. That works.”
A hand reaches out to take the box and look at its contents.
“This kind of game isn’t that common in Nueva York. All relegated to hard light and holograms, for the most part.”
The subtle, comb-like ridging on his palms were more discerning without the suit, and he could feel the imperfections right away on his fingertips. This hand-carved game couldn’t be more different from the machine world they both came from.
“Kids have more fun with something physical to move around, I think.”
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Miguel in the midst of trying to process all this could never get himself to cry. His eyes remained stubbornly dry, even as it felt like his chest was being flipped inside out trying to confront everything he worked so hard to lock away. Even if it felt like the right reaction.
The forlorn look on his face was the closest he’s gotten in a while. He squeezes his eyes shut, takes a breath in, and regains his composure.
“Yeah. That works.”
A hand reaches out to take the box and look at its contents.
“This kind of game isn’t that common in Nueva York. All relegated to hard light and holograms, for the most part.”
The subtle, comb-like ridging on his palms were more discerning without the suit, and he could feel the imperfections right away on his fingertips. This hand-carved game couldn’t be more different from the machine world they both came from.
“Kids have more fun with something physical to move around, I think.”