[ All right, then. Progress. It hasn't devolved into violence just yet. Ephemera counts that as a tentative win. He can't say that Will seems better, or even less twitchy, but they're talking and that's probably better than bouncing off the walls. Or something worse, because it can always get worse.
He doesn't know what to make of Will just yet. Something in the man reads like a threat. Like something that ought to be paid attention to.
Ephemera hums to himself. Maybe. But he's been accused of paranoia before. Of reaching for violence too easily. ]
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He doesn't know what to make of Will just yet. Something in the man reads like a threat. Like something that ought to be paid attention to.
Ephemera hums to himself. Maybe. But he's been accused of paranoia before. Of reaching for violence too easily. ]
Ephemera.
[ An odd, too-memorable name, but it's his. ]