[ Ephemera hesitates, hating himself a little, and then he takes a risk. Reaches out and puts his hand on Washington's. A loose hold, easily broken. Even in here the empathy bond does its thing. The blue light looks ghostly and strange in this place. Ephemera's own emotions are complicated, wrapped up in too many things. There's anger at the moment, at himself, at Washington for existing in a space where Ephemera remembers someone he once cared about. Unease at the familiarity of the situation, and a worry that he'll get it wrong. Confusion. Sadness. The hollow ache of loss.
But there's also a resolve to stay, to see this through. No one should be stuck in a place like this, confused and foggy. Locked in the dark. So Ephemera does something potentially very foolish, and he leaves his hand on Washington's. There's a bandage on Washington's wrist. A heavy one. He can guess at the damage. ]
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[ Ephemera hesitates, hating himself a little, and then he takes a risk. Reaches out and puts his hand on Washington's. A loose hold, easily broken. Even in here the empathy bond does its thing. The blue light looks ghostly and strange in this place. Ephemera's own emotions are complicated, wrapped up in too many things. There's anger at the moment, at himself, at Washington for existing in a space where Ephemera remembers someone he once cared about. Unease at the familiarity of the situation, and a worry that he'll get it wrong. Confusion. Sadness. The hollow ache of loss.
But there's also a resolve to stay, to see this through. No one should be stuck in a place like this, confused and foggy. Locked in the dark. So Ephemera does something potentially very foolish, and he leaves his hand on Washington's. There's a bandage on Washington's wrist. A heavy one. He can guess at the damage. ]
Focus on me.