[To say that this whole encounter had been eye opening would be quite the understatement, especially for the young, Egyptian prince. While his reactions to the Mist hadn't be quite as strong or as visible as it was with some of them, he certainly hadn't been spared from its effects
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But he's eaten and slept enough, and besides... Zexion needs this control. Needs to be able to reach out and weave illusions and know he can still do something. Helplessness is such a deplorable feeling.
He's so caught up in the delicate illusion of a butterfly in his hands- every little detail being paid painstaking attention to because he needs the distraction- that he doesn't even notice when he walks right into a pair of long legs.]
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Whoa! You alright?
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Although that is nothing particular special as of late.]
Yes. I apologize. My attention was elsewhere.
[The words float in front of him, unable to quite stay in place without some shifting. Tsk.]
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[Wait...are those words floating? He thinks they are.]
What in the name of Ra...
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Are you not familiar with magic, sir?
[Nothing helps heal trauma like preening over his magical skills.]
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Are you required to communicate like this or do you do so by choice?
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[The question just earns a smile. Even exhausted, he can lie about this as usual, at least.]
Why would I use this if I could communicate otherwise?
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