[Forget hallucinations. This is starting to seem like a straight up nightmare. Serif's almost convinced it is, but everything feels too solid for this to be a dream.
He doesn't walk to the places he hears Tempus' voice, he just teleports from spot to spot, hoping to find... He's not sure what he's hoping to find. Something. Some explanation for what's happening.
Because there's no way any of this is real.
He reminds himself of that even as he feels his soul aching at the words. Yeah... it not being real never makes his nightmares hurt less either. Figures it'd work similarly here.
But he doesn't reply, though. Saying anything hasn't done much good so far.
The constant teleporting around is wearing him out a little. And yeah, he's using more magic right now than he should be. But he's not stopping. Not yet...]
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He doesn't walk to the places he hears Tempus' voice, he just teleports from spot to spot, hoping to find... He's not sure what he's hoping to find. Something. Some explanation for what's happening.
Because there's no way any of this is real.
He reminds himself of that even as he feels his soul aching at the words. Yeah... it not being real never makes his nightmares hurt less either. Figures it'd work similarly here.
But he doesn't reply, though. Saying anything hasn't done much good so far.
The constant teleporting around is wearing him out a little. And yeah, he's using more magic right now than he should be. But he's not stopping. Not yet...]