The touch of it makes him shiver, his hand shaking (almost) invisibly around the rifle's grip. The sensation somewhere between a nightmare and a dream.
Cam doesn't show his mental panic. Not exactly. It's Zil who loses composure, becoming more smoke than solid. The weight and grip of his shadow's hands increasingly dissolving.
He looks at Jeff, and there's caution in his eyes.]
no subject
[He can't even convince himself.
Cam feels... A lot of things. Too many.
The touch of it makes him shiver, his hand shaking (almost) invisibly around the rifle's grip. The sensation somewhere between a nightmare and a dream.
Cam doesn't show his mental panic. Not exactly. It's Zil who loses composure, becoming more smoke than solid. The weight and grip of his shadow's hands increasingly dissolving.
He looks at Jeff, and there's caution in his eyes.]
Do you remember me?