[His mind was trying to complete the gaps in the sea of gargle mess emitting from the other. Because they were not new sounds or words. Like the other was revisiting memories that had become twisted. It doesn't deter him, driving him further to help the other. If they're hearing this too, they must being going through it.
The moment they both touch though, his mind is slammed with new sensations. His wings flutter slightly, eyes widening as a wave of images and more voices hit him, getting louder, flooding him. Place he's been, places he hasn't, places getting jumbled together and creating other realities. He's back on earth with Maria, skating with her while the world burns around them. The arena with that bio lizard-like thing, but it had become this abomination made of GUN agents. The ARK covered in some black substance, the scientists walking around with that larvel creature on their heads. And Maria, her face obscured by one as well, reaching towards him, but that hand turns into claws, Doom's hand-
He drops his spear, pressing the hand against his head. He wanted these horrid images to stop invading his mind, but that would mean letting go of the other. He's felt this before, when his other threw that blade at him. Was that their plan? He could do nothing as the other suddenly grabs his that was on their shoulder. He could only watch, as they pull him in, putting his hand over their small chest.]
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The moment they both touch though, his mind is slammed with new sensations. His wings flutter slightly, eyes widening as a wave of images and more voices hit him, getting louder, flooding him. Place he's been, places he hasn't, places getting jumbled together and creating other realities. He's back on earth with Maria, skating with her while the world burns around them. The arena with that bio lizard-like thing, but it had become this abomination made of GUN agents. The ARK covered in some black substance, the scientists walking around with that larvel creature on their heads. And Maria, her face obscured by one as well, reaching towards him, but that hand turns into claws, Doom's hand-
He drops his spear, pressing the hand against his head. He wanted these horrid images to stop invading his mind, but that would mean letting go of the other. He's felt this before, when his other threw that blade at him. Was that their plan? He could do nothing as the other suddenly grabs his that was on their shoulder. He could only watch, as they pull him in, putting his hand over their small chest.]