After a long pause, Eddie's nose wrinkles and he admits, "Okay, not much. I kept trying, but all these sounds are so loud and it's like I can hear everything. A floor creaks next door and it sounds like someone is standing right next to me or someone sneezes outside on the street and I expect to feel it. I can't hear people, though. Like, their thoughts."
Or not really. Maybe some kind of din, but he knows Lestat can fully read minds and Eddie has tried, a little frightened of the possibility. It must be exhausting, hearing thought all the time, having the world's trauma and worries and happiness and sorrow all heaped on you no matter what you're trying to do.
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After a long pause, Eddie's nose wrinkles and he admits, "Okay, not much. I kept trying, but all these sounds are so loud and it's like I can hear everything. A floor creaks next door and it sounds like someone is standing right next to me or someone sneezes outside on the street and I expect to feel it. I can't hear people, though. Like, their thoughts."
Or not really. Maybe some kind of din, but he knows Lestat can fully read minds and Eddie has tried, a little frightened of the possibility. It must be exhausting, hearing thought all the time, having the world's trauma and worries and happiness and sorrow all heaped on you no matter what you're trying to do.