[ There's so little resistance that it actually pulses through him as subtle alarm. Whatever it is likewise reaching out to him, it's wearing this man's soul to soften the temptation, to make it seem less hostile. To follow him in would almost seem — pleasant? Because it's not as though he's never seen him smile like that, teeth and all. Sharpness, light. But it's not for him. His sense of self, rattling against the force of a looming succumbence, tells him so.
This brief interstice between storm and soul may be his only chance. The truth dances through the contours of his awareness; all he can do is navigate the flow of memory as it whispers in and roars back out. It wasn't the moon, its light red, wet. He gazes into the memory to see that it was darker, closer. So it was the subway...
He should have known better than to let him go so easily.
Warily, he keeps watch for the fungal influence, though he doesn't cast any spells to repel it. With how interwoven it's becoming with his psyche, he can't risk it. Not yet. ]
Yes, it is. [ Subaru pauses, then sits down next to him on the bench. ] Can you tell me...
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This brief interstice between storm and soul may be his only chance. The truth dances through the contours of his awareness; all he can do is navigate the flow of memory as it whispers in and roars back out. It wasn't the moon, its light red, wet. He gazes into the memory to see that it was darker, closer. So it was the subway...
He should have known better than to let him go so easily.
Warily, he keeps watch for the fungal influence, though he doesn't cast any spells to repel it. With how interwoven it's becoming with his psyche, he can't risk it. Not yet. ]
Yes, it is. [ Subaru pauses, then sits down next to him on the bench. ] Can you tell me...
[ Did he reach out because he knew...? ]
...what you called me for?