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Almost pure H2O. Of course, it had once been sweat and piss and shipboard vapor, but if you ever think too hard about anything you could find reason to be disgusted.
No. This is not you. This is who they think you are. Get a grip on yourself. Retrieve the jotter. Don’t say something self-deprecating like, “Oops, butterfingers.” Just retrieve it and don’t even acknowledge the mistake. They won’t focus any more on it than you do.
The truth is that eyes are just white and black and a little bit of color. Whatever you see in them is exactly as meaningful as looking at the stars and seeing ancient gods fucking one another, or looking at planetscapes and imagining a face or a skull. Eyes are empty, but they reflect the human desire to anthropomorphize every fucking thing.
