[Alcohol isn't something he'd ever indulged in back there-- there'd been no need for it, no time, and no point besides, considering that he's immune to all known poisons and pathogens. As such, he's never had the opportunity to develop a taste for it, never actually tried it at all until arriving here. It all tastes bitter and strange, to him.
The same goes for much of what Prior is talking about now, and as he takes Giovanni's arm and they step out into the early evening streets, he listens with vague curiosity and a distinct lack of understanding. He has only ever known the bland fare they were fed in the Below, doesn't need to eat in order to live and so often it slips his mind entirely now there's no set meal times or people around to tell him he ought to. But missing things-- well. That's something he knows right down to the core of himself, felt like a pain behind the ribs every second of every day.
Lightly, he laughs.]
Whilst I wouldn't go so far as to call anything from my home a comfort, I do know how it is, yes. I miss things. This world is strange to me and I'll admit that I don't understand it.
then we can slowly plod through together!
[Alcohol isn't something he'd ever indulged in back there-- there'd been no need for it, no time, and no point besides, considering that he's immune to all known poisons and pathogens. As such, he's never had the opportunity to develop a taste for it, never actually tried it at all until arriving here. It all tastes bitter and strange, to him.
The same goes for much of what Prior is talking about now, and as he takes Giovanni's arm and they step out into the early evening streets, he listens with vague curiosity and a distinct lack of understanding. He has only ever known the bland fare they were fed in the Below, doesn't need to eat in order to live and so often it slips his mind entirely now there's no set meal times or people around to tell him he ought to. But missing things-- well. That's something he knows right down to the core of himself, felt like a pain behind the ribs every second of every day.
Lightly, he laughs.]
Whilst I wouldn't go so far as to call anything from my home a comfort, I do know how it is, yes. I miss things. This world is strange to me and I'll admit that I don't understand it.