[And then he does see. He sees a new place around him, one of bright golden light and deep shadow, and in the same way he always can sense the world around him he knows that this is not a real place. If he remembered what dreams were that's what he'd compare it to. In the same way he knows that what he's seeing now is dreamlike, he knows that behind him somewhere is a large castle, green fields, maybe a forest. He does not think about what they are, or why they're there, but he knows that they are.]
[What else is here depends on his companion. This place, real or not, is one they're sharing, after all.]
A curse.
[Those aren't words he's speaking, because they don't come on a voice. It's less a set of words and more an idea, a concept which, with the logic of dreams, the two of them might simply know has been said, even before the shade has remembered how to speak well enough to say it.]
That arrow was a curse. Between us. What do you see? What's around us? Part of this mindscape is yours, after all. Part of this landscape - such as it is - is yours, too.
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[What else is here depends on his companion. This place, real or not, is one they're sharing, after all.]
A curse.[Those aren't words he's speaking, because they don't come on a voice. It's less a set of words and more an idea, a concept which, with the logic of dreams, the two of them might simply know has been said, even before the shade has remembered how to speak well enough to say it.]
That arrow was a curse. Between us. What do you see? What's around us? Part of this mindscape is yours, after all. Part of this landscape - such as it is - is yours, too.