[Jon watches him, just to... be sure. No second guesses. He squeezes Algric's hand and shifts to look at him properly, the green going over his eyes.
He sees the fog there. The all-encompassing fog surrounding him, covering like a blanket. Where Elias would rip through it with no remorse or care, Jon carefully peels back a small corner. Just to peek. There are other threads: a snaking, swirling spiral of curls; the ice cold core of the Lonely; and of course that green, ever present Eye on the lookout, wanting to not be seen. It works in perfect tandem with the Lonely's fog, really. He sees.... some slapdash work on his mind, a healing wound with a softer bandage over it. His past-self's handiwork, looks like. He wonders what happened there.
But.
He blinks, the green gone and swallows.]
You're... close. On the edge. I think... If we could find the right counter to the Lonely, you'd have one shot at going back. But just the one.
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Date: 2020-08-24 11:50 pm (UTC)He sees the fog there. The all-encompassing fog surrounding him, covering like a blanket. Where Elias would rip through it with no remorse or care, Jon carefully peels back a small corner. Just to peek. There are other threads: a snaking, swirling spiral of curls; the ice cold core of the Lonely; and of course that green, ever present Eye on the lookout, wanting to not be seen. It works in perfect tandem with the Lonely's fog, really. He sees.... some slapdash work on his mind, a healing wound with a softer bandage over it. His past-self's handiwork, looks like. He wonders what happened there.
But.
He blinks, the green gone and swallows.]
You're... close. On the edge. I think... If we could find the right counter to the Lonely, you'd have one shot at going back. But just the one.