[text] Sometimss I just feel like Im screaming at the dark [text] All my life [text] Tell me what the point is
[TXT—Cam] The point is that some day, someone will hear you.
[TXT—Cam] Do you want to come over?
"I dun mind ef ye’ve lied," Cam said slowly, still in an odd place emotionally even though he was better. "We all lie all th’time. Fuck knows I dae et constantly." He grinned as if it had been a joke. Nerves coiled in his stomach suddenly as Campbell realised he was a little on edge. How would this change things between them?
He blinked twice as Ze’ev changed. Cam faintly remembered purple from that picture, but the details stood out now - especially the eyes. He hadn’t expected blank eyes. Slowly, he let out a lungful of air, then inhaled again, hesitating before answering a question. “Dae ye, with th’disguise on, dae ye feel things diff’rently. I mean- th’hair must be.. fake?” But how could it be? Campbell had felt it. “Sae when people touch et, dae ye notice?”
Maybe he was asking peripheral questions about details to distract himself from the bigger picture. Or perhaps he was just trying to comprehend this, hoping that would make it easier. It was a bit rude, but Cam was staring.
"I do not lie outright, not when it is important." He shrugged with a slow sigh. "My life is complicated enough, particularly at the moment, without keeping track of who I have said what lie to. But yes, I feel it when the hair is touched. The perception filter is not a one-way process. While your brain sees, hears, and feel what it expects—human attributes—I also hear, see, and feel the changes. I look at my hands when wearing the device, and see tan skin, not blue. My hair is touched, I feel it on my scalp. My voice is different."
The words coming out of Ze’ev’s mouth were liquid, and there was not quite a dual-tone quality to his voice. It was almost gravelly, raspy, but still at that pitch that would be a low alto on a woman, baritone on a man.
"So…can we still be friends? Or is it simply too weird to have a friend from a different time and a different world?" Ze’ev chuckled, but honestly, he hoped Campbell would still be his friend.