oops, someone's a little shitfingered. that fork just spun off and hit the floor with a noisy metal clatter, and Rion isn't moving to get it, right away. these subjects have a heavy resonance within him, such that it sometimes startles him.
he finds his mind enough to bend down and pick it up.
there are definitely people who expect him to be the "real" Rion, and people who expect him to be the "Galerian" Rion, and Rion doesn't know the difference between the two, nor does he want to be the monster that the drugs tried to turn him into, or—
hands shaky, Rion places the fork back onto the table.
sometimes it all makes a lot of sense and has crystal clarity in his head, and sometimes he just trips up and it's all a mess he can't hope to decipher.]