"I feel old," Vector maintains, shaking his head just a bit. "After all those years..."
It feels like only recently did he step back out in to the world at large, as opposed to simply watching it. It's so long that he's almost forgotten the feel of another's field- a fellow Prime's field- twining with his, and for a few moments he's quiet, systems drawing on upon routines they haven't touched in ages as his tentatively links back.
It's not from unwillingness; only unfamiliarity.
"As of late," he finally says, "attempting to do more than just tend to reality. I am finding it...difficult, at times."
He stayed shut in his metaphorical room, absorbed in his 'duties' so deeply for so long- raising his head to really look at everything was overwhelming, at first.
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"I feel old," Vector maintains, shaking his head just a bit. "After all those years..."
It feels like only recently did he step back out in to the world at large, as opposed to simply watching it. It's so long that he's almost forgotten the feel of another's field- a fellow Prime's field- twining with his, and for a few moments he's quiet, systems drawing on upon routines they haven't touched in ages as his tentatively links back.
It's not from unwillingness; only unfamiliarity.
"As of late," he finally says, "attempting to do more than just tend to reality. I am finding it...difficult, at times."
He stayed shut in his metaphorical room, absorbed in his 'duties' so deeply for so long- raising his head to really look at everything was overwhelming, at first.