[The younger, meaner Jeff is different from the rest. More solid, somehow. Almost tangible. His voice goes into Cam's head, as if it's being funneled through his ear directly into his brain.
Twenty-something years ago and he still can't forget that night. Least of all when it's staring him in the face.
It couldn't have been Jeff.
But it is.
Cam shakes his head, fingers touching against his palm to keep his shadow more solid than the spectres. He won't let go of Athena's hand. Or Jeff's.
Not even as his younger self stares Cam in the face, and makes him feel impossibly weak.]
They're not real. None of this is real. They're all illusions. Projections from our own minds. I've known wizards who can spell this kind of trick.
[But never this powerfully, or vividly, or from so many targets at once.]
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[The younger, meaner Jeff is different from the rest. More solid, somehow. Almost tangible. His voice goes into Cam's head, as if it's being funneled through his ear directly into his brain.
Twenty-something years ago and he still can't forget that night. Least of all when it's staring him in the face.
It couldn't have been Jeff.
But it is.
Cam shakes his head, fingers touching against his palm to keep his shadow more solid than the spectres. He won't let go of Athena's hand. Or Jeff's.
Not even as his younger self stares Cam in the face, and makes him feel impossibly weak.]
They're not real. None of this is real. They're all illusions. Projections from our own minds. I've known wizards who can spell this kind of trick.
[But never this powerfully, or vividly, or from so many targets at once.]