[ This headache is bearable, all things considered. When one has had a bullet shot through one's skull and made it out alive from a brain surgery, migraines lose their significance. It doesn't bother him. The pain is there, still, easy to read on his mind, but it isn't mulled upon or even acknowledged.
Amid all the noise of other people's thoughts and emotions, Johan's mind is unusually still. He isn't absent, necessarily, he is nothing but human, after all. But where other people broadcast their inner feelings to be known, his absorb and consume, a black hole in the middle of it all, creating the kind of sound that is so deafening that one's ears may mistake it for silence. Even in the fringes of it, there is fear disembodied from the person.
Compared to his mind, he is outwardly so small and unassuming. A blond, blue-eyed man in a sharp taupe suit, the epitome of Aryan beauty, wearing a smile so serene when he peers up at Gladio's pod. ]
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Amid all the noise of other people's thoughts and emotions, Johan's mind is unusually still. He isn't absent, necessarily, he is nothing but human, after all. But where other people broadcast their inner feelings to be known, his absorb and consume, a black hole in the middle of it all, creating the kind of sound that is so deafening that one's ears may mistake it for silence. Even in the fringes of it, there is fear disembodied from the person.
Compared to his mind, he is outwardly so small and unassuming. A blond, blue-eyed man in a sharp taupe suit, the epitome of Aryan beauty, wearing a smile so serene when he peers up at Gladio's pod. ]
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