What's it matter about minds? I'm just gonna leave--
[Firo turns on his heel to march away and do just that, but smacks into... something. He staggers back and looks at the air. That's all that's there, but he knows from the smarting on his face that he ran into something as stubborn and hard as his own head. More cautious this time, he reaches out and feels an invisible surface blocking their way back.]
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[Firo turns on his heel to march away and do just that, but smacks into... something. He staggers back and looks at the air. That's all that's there, but he knows from the smarting on his face that he ran into something as stubborn and hard as his own head. More cautious this time, he reaches out and feels an invisible surface blocking their way back.]
...You've gotta be kidding me.