But I can't--I can't turn it down or something, it's-- [ For a second, his failure turns into a spike of panic. All he can feel is the pain. But Harlan didn't say to adjust the volume. He said to adjust the pitch. The fuck does that mean? How the fuck does that feel?
[ Something slots into place. It doesn't hurt less, but the feeling slides along his nerves differently. Quentin reaches back out with surprise, anxiety. ]
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[ Something slots into place. It doesn't hurt less, but the feeling slides along his nerves differently. Quentin reaches back out with surprise, anxiety. ]
Harlan.