How bo — [ —ring, he starts to say, except the extra light gets him to turn his gaze from the trees to the man speaking to him, and suddenly the word is cut in half, like he's forgotten what he was about to say, or forgotten he was saying anything at all in the first place.
for a moment that seems to stretch on for seconds, law stares.
then, ]
No.
[ the only reason his lantern hasn't crashed to the ground is that his hand is gripping onto it so hard his knuckles seem pure white, the tattoos a glaring contrast. ]
No. I — what kind of a hallucination is this? Who is doing this? [ he's doing a damn good job of sounding somehow both anguished and furious at once, his free hand gripping kikoku's hilt to stop it from trembling. it — this... it's cora-san, that much is clear, but why does he look different? if someone is doing this, wouldn't they do it based on his memories?
law has no fucking idea what's going on at all. which is why he points his hand at cora and declares, ] You're not real.
[ and in a move that is entirely instinctual and supremely idiotic, he promptly turns on his heels, marches up the two steps he'd made down the stairs, and slams the door behind him.
if he can't see the hallucination, maybe it'll go away. right?
i'm so sorry for this train-wreck.....
for a moment that seems to stretch on for seconds, law stares.
then, ]
No.
[ the only reason his lantern hasn't crashed to the ground is that his hand is gripping onto it so hard his knuckles seem pure white, the tattoos a glaring contrast. ]
No. I — what kind of a hallucination is this? Who is doing this? [ he's doing a damn good job of sounding somehow both anguished and furious at once, his free hand gripping kikoku's hilt to stop it from trembling. it — this... it's cora-san, that much is clear, but why does he look different? if someone is doing this, wouldn't they do it based on his memories?
law has no fucking idea what's going on at all. which is why he points his hand at cora and declares, ] You're not real.
[ and in a move that is entirely instinctual and supremely idiotic, he promptly turns on his heels, marches up the two steps he'd made down the stairs, and slams the door behind him.
if he can't see the hallucination, maybe it'll go away. right?
... right? ]