[ He doesn't scream any more. Josh can't scream, maybe, but somehow, like a fresh wound, he can feel the freshly exposed portions of his Soul in a searing agony like nothing he's felt before. He can already feel his Soul dulled, with cracks and fragments missing and a headache growing nicely in his head.
So he reels when suddenly his code is changing, as if he'd forgotten the other part of the process. The pain fades, and the feeling of his own body shifting, responding, sliding down to a lower form as he returns to being a Composer, just a Composer, nothing extra unnaturally shoved in and waiting for him to just let go of the part that he had no way to let go of. Returning to what he was before. ]
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So he reels when suddenly his code is changing, as if he'd forgotten the other part of the process. The pain fades, and the feeling of his own body shifting, responding, sliding down to a lower form as he returns to being a Composer, just a Composer, nothing extra unnaturally shoved in and waiting for him to just let go of the part that he had no way to let go of. Returning to what he was before. ]