She's X? Okay then. J and X. He smiles faintly, a little raggedly, and lets out a dry laugh when she asks if he's a messenger. Sort of, he supposes, in a hilarious not-at-all-funny way.
"It's... I don't really know what it is," he says warily, and for a moment it almost feels like another sneeze is coming, but thankfully, it does not. "I don't think it's a messenger. It's just this thing that scoops people up and puts them in its own world, I guess. If that makes sense?"
It doesn't. And it's probably more than a little alarming. He really does not want to alarm this spooky monotone sword-carrying Frankenstein creature.
If she's not aware, he realizes with a jolt - then she probably hasn't come through it yet. Just like he hadn't, in that first dream where he'd seen Tim, and Tim hadn't believed he was there. Shit. Maybe she'll get lucky.
"I mean it, it might not be interested in you," he says. "This could be a fluke. It's f-" He sneezes again, abrupt and a little bit painful. He frowns, still feeling the itch at the back of his throat. "I'm sure it's-" he tries again, cautiously. That lands him an even bigger sneeze.
Okay, these are too well-timed. What is happening here.
He looks up at her. "Anyway," he hazards, "I'm definitely not its messenger. I'm nobody im-"
Explosive fucking sneeze. Okay. All right. He's pretty sure he knows what's going on here and he is not happy about it. Nor is he happy about the implication, if the sneezing indicates what he thinks it does, that he's still very much on the rift's goddamn radar.
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"It's... I don't really know what it is," he says warily, and for a moment it almost feels like another sneeze is coming, but thankfully, it does not. "I don't think it's a messenger. It's just this thing that scoops people up and puts them in its own world, I guess. If that makes sense?"
It doesn't. And it's probably more than a little alarming. He really does not want to alarm this spooky monotone sword-carrying Frankenstein creature.
If she's not aware, he realizes with a jolt - then she probably hasn't come through it yet. Just like he hadn't, in that first dream where he'd seen Tim, and Tim hadn't believed he was there. Shit. Maybe she'll get lucky.
"I mean it, it might not be interested in you," he says. "This could be a fluke. It's f-" He sneezes again, abrupt and a little bit painful. He frowns, still feeling the itch at the back of his throat. "I'm sure it's-" he tries again, cautiously. That lands him an even bigger sneeze.
Okay, these are too well-timed. What is happening here.
He looks up at her. "Anyway," he hazards, "I'm definitely not its messenger. I'm nobody im-"
Explosive fucking sneeze. Okay. All right. He's pretty sure he knows what's going on here and he is not happy about it. Nor is he happy about the implication, if the sneezing indicates what he thinks it does, that he's still very much on the rift's goddamn radar.