Combeferre could only shake his head. “I have heard that when people come upon them, the afflicted are sometimes going about their business as if nothing is amiss, but without awareness - like automatons, of a sort. That does not sound like any coma I have ever seen.” Setting aside his food, he gently cupped her face. “The people of Darrow will find a solution, however long it takes. And in the meantime, the afflicted are safe. We can at least take comfort in that."
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Date: 2014-02-11 04:15 am (UTC)