Paddy could feel it again - that mind-numbing haze descending, removing him from the conversation, making him feel like he was experiencing a dream. Or hearing a fictional story. Perhaps watching a movie, a series of events happening to somebody else. Anything other than being delivered cold, hard facts about a man who could use a mind bubble to kill millions of people at once.
The haze was probably for his own good, because whatever possible alternative there was, it would no doubt be worse. But Paddy couldn't think clearly through it. He could barely think the words 'Death Aura,' let alone say them out loud. The feeling was starting to give him a stress headache.
Maybe it would help if Paddy actually tried to think of all this as a story.
He tried. It didn't.
There were a few lucid thoughts that managed to make their way through the haze. At least Solomon was out. Solomon and Valkyrie. Thousands of years of searching for a saviour, and the Temple had only ever come up with what sounded like one. One. Lord Vile. Sorcerers really didn't fool around with their names, did they?
"Millions?" Paddy's voice came to him like it was being filtered through water, and it probably didn't sound much different from that. "Millions? Millions all at once and no one noticed?" He reached for his mug and took a sip, barely noticing that there was nothing to take a sip from. There was still tea in the mug, but none of it got anywhere near his lips, since his lips missed the rim entirely. "What happened to him? You referred to him in the past tense, but you didn't say what happened to him."
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The haze was probably for his own good, because whatever possible alternative there was, it would no doubt be worse. But Paddy couldn't think clearly through it. He could barely think the words 'Death Aura,' let alone say them out loud. The feeling was starting to give him a stress headache.
Maybe it would help if Paddy actually tried to think of all this as a story.
He tried. It didn't.
There were a few lucid thoughts that managed to make their way through the haze. At least Solomon was out. Solomon and Valkyrie. Thousands of years of searching for a saviour, and the Temple had only ever come up with what sounded like one. One. Lord Vile. Sorcerers really didn't fool around with their names, did they?
"Millions?" Paddy's voice came to him like it was being filtered through water, and it probably didn't sound much different from that. "Millions? Millions all at once and no one noticed?" He reached for his mug and took a sip, barely noticing that there was nothing to take a sip from. There was still tea in the mug, but none of it got anywhere near his lips, since his lips missed the rim entirely. "What happened to him? You referred to him in the past tense, but you didn't say what happened to him."