"It's so noisy."
Mo Ling couldn't imagine what the little person was feeling. He'd never experienced what it was like for an entire race to share a single body, but he could sense the helplessness in his voice.
The little person's movements were jerky and intermittent, as if he were constantly being interrupted.
A short while later, he froze up again several times, remaining stiff and unresponsive for long periods.
"Are you all right?" Mo Ling asked with concern.
Hearing Mo Ling's question, the little person was about to reply but abruptly froze again. Only after a moment did he manage to answer.
"They're too noisy. They keep asking me questions," the little person said, sounding utterly helpless.
At this, Mo Ling began to understand the little person's current predicament.
The Chali who were regaining consciousness would naturally ask the first person they saw what had happened.
And the little person was the first companion each of his clansmen met upon waking.
