[ This is a role reversal and he hates it. He's not supposed to be the one who cracks (ha) like this. Lion said no more hitting the Switch purely to turn off emotions. Need to stay with that. But it's beyond words, description, an overload so bad you don't even know where to start. He's not even aware of what his eyes are doing. Or anything. It's like trying to comfort a pile of glass shards.
That immediately snap back into one piece at the thought sent across, resounding like a bell being struck, she is Wrong, on so many levels, where to even start- Even with the Contract translating how this thoughts work into something tangible, the entire first part is a Mess. Emotionally it's fury and horror, the sense of infinite colors and infinite Nothing, a world shattering and pulling itself back together out of spite. There's a tangle of information between it that gets entirely lost, only his Certainty popping out as a result on Maya's end.
Those are not mirrors.
Whatever the hell that thing was, either that one pane or the entire building, that wasn't it. That absolutely wasn't it.
Actually. That works. Stay mad. Use that. It worked as an anchor enough to get out of that waking nightmare, it'll work enough here to have a conversion. Almost a conversation. The answer is partially sent through the Contract first, then halted. No, words, spoken words, from a physical body whose hands she's grasping, when did that happen, wasn't it the other way- focus. Focus. ]
No. [ Rude!!!! But he knows how it works. She'll ask why not, demand it, he'll cave eventually, just. Dodge the game entirely for now. ] It spread to- Spreads. Thought it was out, but- if- you can't. I'm sorry.
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That immediately snap back into one piece at the thought sent across, resounding like a bell being struck, she is Wrong, on so many levels, where to even start- Even with the Contract translating how this thoughts work into something tangible, the entire first part is a Mess. Emotionally it's fury and horror, the sense of infinite colors and infinite Nothing, a world shattering and pulling itself back together out of spite. There's a tangle of information between it that gets entirely lost, only his Certainty popping out as a result on Maya's end.
Those are not mirrors.
Whatever the hell that thing was, either that one pane or the entire building, that wasn't it. That absolutely wasn't it.
Actually. That works. Stay mad. Use that. It worked as an anchor enough to get out of that waking nightmare, it'll work enough here to have a conversion. Almost a conversation. The answer is partially sent through the Contract first, then halted. No, words, spoken words, from a physical body whose hands she's grasping, when did that happen, wasn't it the other way- focus. Focus. ]
No. [ Rude!!!! But he knows how it works. She'll ask why not, demand it, he'll cave eventually, just. Dodge the game entirely for now. ] It spread to- Spreads. Thought it was out, but- if- you can't. I'm sorry.