[There's a waver to his voice that isn't quite laughter and isn't quite tears and isn't quite anything at all. He sits back on his heels with a small splash and scrubs at his face again, ignoring the futility of it just for some sensation other than the numbness of lake water and the mild ache of running solidly into magical thin air. It helps, a little.]
I didn't know you could have hallucinations like this. I just thought... they would stay things that I didn't want to see. [perhaps unusually, he's not thinking his words through at all, just letting them fall where they will] Isn't that what they're for?
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[There's a waver to his voice that isn't quite laughter and isn't quite tears and isn't quite anything at all. He sits back on his heels with a small splash and scrubs at his face again, ignoring the futility of it just for some sensation other than the numbness of lake water and the mild ache of running solidly into magical thin air. It helps, a little.]
I didn't know you could have hallucinations like this. I just thought... they would stay things that I didn't want to see. [perhaps unusually, he's not thinking his words through at all, just letting them fall where they will] Isn't that what they're for?