[ That gets another laugh, but it's weaker than the last. ] Well, I don't really feel it. You know that.
[ He has to concentrate to keep that projection together; they're weak things, all of his fragility and none of the benefits that make him less so. It would be much easier to let it burn, to reform it in the next part of the maze...it flutters and singes, while he has those thoughts, just for a moment.
Then, he concentrates on what little he can feel through the shadow as he takes Avery's hand and lets the other man lead it through the doorway.
This next part is the corridors of a house Avery might remember seeing in a more pleasant dream; oddly plain, for all the colourful decorations that hang on its walls and decorate everything. But there's no colour to it now; just a sense of claustrophobia, the cloying sense of being hunted.
It's dark. ]
Ah. I know this one. [ His voice is guarded, almost brittle. ]
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[ He has to concentrate to keep that projection together; they're weak things, all of his fragility and none of the benefits that make him less so. It would be much easier to let it burn, to reform it in the next part of the maze...it flutters and singes, while he has those thoughts, just for a moment.
Then, he concentrates on what little he can feel through the shadow as he takes Avery's hand and lets the other man lead it through the doorway.
This next part is the corridors of a house Avery might remember seeing in a more pleasant dream; oddly plain, for all the colourful decorations that hang on its walls and decorate everything. But there's no colour to it now; just a sense of claustrophobia, the cloying sense of being hunted.
It's dark. ]
Ah. I know this one. [ His voice is guarded, almost brittle. ]