"I've been a lot of other people," he says, absently. What they have in common in the Dreaming is that they're marked by the visual presence of his Avatar, but he's like that in the waking world, too — three facets at once: seeming, self, and spirit — it's just not visible.
His eyes move towards the back of the truck where it opens. He's watching the scenery roll behind them. He doesn't recognise it, of course; he's never been on this side of the Atlantic Ocean. Filtered through the lens of his Avatar, it warps slightly, attaining qualities he recognises as the Desert of Judah, but only a little of it — it looks like someone blended the two landscapes together in parts. A buckthorn pushes its way out of the ground and blooms explosively, from seed to shrub in maybe thirty seconds. He closes his eyes to stop looking at it, but it doesn't help; it's still there through his eyelids.
He looks ten-ish. When that happened is anyone's guess. It's better to grow up than down, at least; talking to a toddler with an adult's voice is probably uncomfortable.
"It's going to come back." He knows that saying it makes it doubly true, but not saying it won't make it stop, either. It's not like he can really control his subconscious, and still, there are other things he doesn't want people to know about what is lurking in his head.
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His eyes move towards the back of the truck where it opens. He's watching the scenery roll behind them. He doesn't recognise it, of course; he's never been on this side of the Atlantic Ocean. Filtered through the lens of his Avatar, it warps slightly, attaining qualities he recognises as the Desert of Judah, but only a little of it — it looks like someone blended the two landscapes together in parts. A buckthorn pushes its way out of the ground and blooms explosively, from seed to shrub in maybe thirty seconds. He closes his eyes to stop looking at it, but it doesn't help; it's still there through his eyelids.
He looks ten-ish. When that happened is anyone's guess. It's better to grow up than down, at least; talking to a toddler with an adult's voice is probably uncomfortable.
"It's going to come back." He knows that saying it makes it doubly true, but not saying it won't make it stop, either. It's not like he can really control his subconscious, and still, there are other things he doesn't want people to know about what is lurking in his head.