[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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She didn't want to think about it.
Lo and behold, there was her boyfriend. And he wasn't looking to cheery either. She walked up next to him and gently placed a hand on his arm.]
You doin' alright, sugah?
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What? Me? Yeah, I'm fine. How about you?
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[Yeah, your girlfriend didn't do so well health-wise in the bunker.]
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Where are you headed?
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