The body sat on the floor for three hours before it occurred to Kael that sitting might not be a choice the body understood how to stop making.
He'd tried speaking. Tried touch. Tried moving into the body's field of vision if vision was still something the body processed as more than shapes without context. Nothing worked. The eyes tracked movement the way eyes do reflexively, but there was no recognition behind them. No spark that said I see you and you is person and person means something.
Just shapes. Just light and shadow and the mechanical process of eyeballs orienting toward stimulus without consciousness deciding the stimulus mattered.
