[Physically, his hand clenches clumsily around his shard, his fingers barely able to more enough to hold it. Now that he's opened his communication line he doesn't want to let it go. Speaking to someone is the only thing that's grounding him, that's keeping him from disappearing into his own head for another indeterminant amount of time.
So, he tries. As he continues muddling together images to give her a sense of where he is, he considers making his physical presence more obvious, but that plan is immediately curtailed by worries of who else might find him. There are others out here, his scattered thoughts imply to her - someone touched him and made everything worse, as if sapping the strength from his body and mind. He's afraid to be caught again. He doens't know what will become of him if they do.
He will wait for her, though. This connection is a lifeline.]
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So, he tries. As he continues muddling together images to give her a sense of where he is, he considers making his physical presence more obvious, but that plan is immediately curtailed by worries of who else might find him. There are others out here, his scattered thoughts imply to her - someone touched him and made everything worse, as if sapping the strength from his body and mind. He's afraid to be caught again. He doens't know what will become of him if they do.
He will wait for her, though. This connection is a lifeline.]