Matt's first thought, upon seeing Zenos, is something akin to: Whoa! That's a tall drink of shadow.
(Not verbatim.)
The sense of shared nature is one he's always had for fellow Visionaries, but it feels stronger now, spun from something sturdier than the spiritual threads he's felt between them since arriving in Horos. Before he died--dissipated. Briefly blinked out of existence, as he did just now in the blast radius of the Regent's power. When Zenos' glass-stem snaps, Matt looks down to his own hand to make sure his fingers haven't clenched.
And, hell, he needs a new drink after this. He heads over, moving with surprisingly soft footfalls.
"Could I get another too?" he asks the servant. The man nods his head decorously, offering Matt a glass from his tray. To Zenos, Matt says dryly, "You have the right idea."
He can't get the image of Estinien's shard out of his head. Nor the moving picture of how he'd looked pierced through with dark spears, still shuddering to breathe and be no matter the cost.
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(Not verbatim.)
The sense of shared nature is one he's always had for fellow Visionaries, but it feels stronger now, spun from something sturdier than the spiritual threads he's felt between them since arriving in Horos. Before he died--dissipated. Briefly blinked out of existence, as he did just now in the blast radius of the Regent's power. When Zenos' glass-stem snaps, Matt looks down to his own hand to make sure his fingers haven't clenched.
And, hell, he needs a new drink after this. He heads over, moving with surprisingly soft footfalls.
"Could I get another too?" he asks the servant. The man nods his head decorously, offering Matt a glass from his tray. To Zenos, Matt says dryly, "You have the right idea."
He can't get the image of Estinien's shard out of his head. Nor the moving picture of how he'd looked pierced through with dark spears, still shuddering to breathe and be no matter the cost.