[It's not the same. He tells himself it's not the same. He JUST saw Martin, they parted ways, exchanging easy, unloaded goodbyes. He's not this. Couldn't have been just taken, the last desperate cry of life about to be stolen in some macabre dance. He'd seen Martin AFTER Jon's appeal and he wasn't this. Not this gutwrenching, horrible apparition that sends a sickening fear through his gut.
I wasn't- wasn't here to hurt you, Jon. As the words filter to him in shivering, cold waves, Tim's back straightens, jaw sets.
(He's going to act this time. He HAS to act this time.)]
Then lets get started. What the hell are you really?
[He takes another step, but this is to the side, between Jon and Martin. It feels... inadequate. Stupid even. What's it going to do? What difference is it going to make against whatever's going to slither out of this nothing-man's skin?]
I just saw Martin Blackwood, so lets not go there.
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I wasn't- wasn't here to hurt you, Jon. As the words filter to him in shivering, cold waves, Tim's back straightens, jaw sets.
(He's going to act this time. He HAS to act this time.)]
Then lets get started. What the hell are you really?
[He takes another step, but this is to the side, between Jon and Martin. It feels... inadequate. Stupid even. What's it going to do? What difference is it going to make against whatever's going to slither out of this nothing-man's skin?]
I just saw Martin Blackwood, so lets not go there.