"Very well," Raiden says. He reaches out, and lends her his sight.
The world recedes slightly. It becomes harder to focus on her immediate surroundings. The people in the market are visible again, as are many people who are farther away. Trying to look at any one of them brings a brief, barely intelligible barrage of sensory input that leaves her with faint impressions of cold passion, old pain, new ideas, magic, war...
The man in front of her is one of the brighter ones. From him there is a brief, vivid impression of distance, regret, and boredom and a chaotic collage of a dozen different worlds.
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He reaches out, and lends her his sight.
The world recedes slightly. It becomes harder to focus on her immediate surroundings. The people in the market are visible again, as are many people who are farther away. Trying to look at any one of them brings a brief, barely intelligible barrage of sensory input that leaves her with faint impressions of cold passion, old pain, new ideas, magic, war...
The man in front of her is one of the brighter ones. From him there is a brief, vivid impression of distance, regret, and boredom and a chaotic collage of a dozen different worlds.