Ka! Ka! Ka! Ka! Ka!
The bones slowly stopped breaking.
He did not know the exact moment it happened — the transition from breaking to not-breaking did not announce itself, the process simply reached a point where the next thing the blood did was not the thing that had been happening for the previous several hours. He registered the absence of it before he registered what had replaced it.
The absence was significant.
Not relief exactly. The relief would come later, in stages, as his body processed what had been done to it. For now the absence was simply information — the blood had finished with the skeleton and had moved into something else, the something else carrying a different quality from the skeletal process.
His internal organs.
He could feel the work there the way he had been feeling the skeletal work, through the specific awareness of a process operating on him from inside rather than damage arriving from outside.
