How painfully ironic this is. After thirteen years, he's finally feeling human, experiencing the feeling of caring for somebody else. They're taking the feeling away, now, uncovering every reminder and destroying it so he'll never remember what it is like to be this way. The feeling of being humane is being taken away by those who are both more and less alien than he.
He stores her face away in a memory that he won't have for much longer, and forces his mind to stray from foreign emotions. He knows that the process is beginning; he can feel the sensations flowing through his veins like poison in his blood. He imagines that this must be what it feels like to melt.
He fights it, he wants to stay whole, he wants to stay this way. He can't melt so easily, he can't leave her, not the new found emotion.
Melt.
Panic. What's the point of all this panicking? His muscles relax, and his brain is flooded with familiarities. Equations. Laws. Theorems. He's melting away from the anomalies, back into moral hibernation. He's melting, but he's still fighting, just holding on to that image. He knows that as long as he holds on to her face, he can stay whole. It's science.
And then, there's nothing. He let go. He has no constant, no science that he can grasp to for memories.
For a solid to melt, particles must overcome their attractions to each other.
He lets go of everything, and they both melt into the formalities of ironic loss.
A/N: It's kind of sad, I don't even know what's going on with this site anymore. I strayed from it when I couldn't find a summary without ten grammatical errors. I'm still here, though. I've just been rather busy lately. Shiny Toy Guns and such. Speaking of Italy, and cars that I stole there, guess who has floor seats to see My Chemical Romance and Taking Back Sunday at Madison Square Garden? -happy-
Anyway, I hope you liked this. It's a little easier to understand than the last one, I think. Everything belongs to Eoin Colfer.
Oh, and thanks to Mrs. Briggs, whose science lessons are so unfailingly tedious that I'm able to drown out her voice and write through her class.