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[Filtered to Guy//~~Ridiculously hackable~~ Unhackable]

Hey, Guy? My hair's getting kind of long... Could you come cut it for me? I'd do it myself, but I can't really see back there...

[Filtered to Ion//~~So hackable it hurts~~ Unhackable]

Ion, can I talk to you? It's important.

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[Now that those are out of the way, Luke rests his chin in his hand and stares off to the side, lost in thought. The thing he wanted to talk to Ion about... It's been weighing heavily on his mind ever since he heard it. Luke isn't sure what to think of it, or even how to feel about it. There's a sort of happiness inside him, sure, but... he can't deny the hesitation and confusion he feels. So, after a few minutes, he opens up the journal again to ask the general populace:]

What do you think it means to have a soul?

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[It's very jarring to realize that he's suddenly in Luke's room, back in Baticul. He hasn't been here in...years.

Guy's already up on his feet before it actually registers that he stood up; the little girl -or whatever she is- is sitting on the windowsill he, Guy, would usually occupy when chatting aimlessly with Luke over everything or nothing at all.

Something like nostalgia mixed with longing pangs in his chest and he makes a fist, sitting back down.]

It's fine. So this is part of your illusion, right?

[Cheyenne notices those spikes of emotion, but isn't quite sure what to make of them... she nods.] Yes. You are free to move around within the illusion as you wish, as your physical body will neither move nor speak. To the average passerby, you are simply sitting while I am standing in front of you.

[A pause.] However, I would recommend against traveling too far. This illusion is rather weak and will extend no further than what you can see.

I'll stick close, then.

[Guy tilts his head; everything feels very familiar. It doesn't even feel like he's still sitting on the bench.]

So are you eating my soul as we speak, then?

That is correct. The more powerful the illusion, the more I am feeding. At their strongest, the illusions can become such that you would be unaware an illusion is occurring at all.

[She stretches an arm out the window towards the garden.] However, even a powerful illusion has an escape. One only need to fight against what they see for the illusion to break. In this case, it would be to run outside the bounds of the illusion itself.

Although I do not wish to imply you have reason to distrust me, I always feel it necessary to explain the weakness of my illusions, just in case the need ever arise in which you would must break from one yourself.

[Guy nods toward the bedroom door.]

So if I were to walk out that door, I'd wake up.

Would that hurt either of us?

Although it would cause no pain, it would be far more disorientating than if I were to end the illusion myself. My illusions are capable of affecting all the senses, from touch to scent.

Given I cannot see my own illusions when they are a reflection of your memories, I cannot say for sure how comfortable you would be transitioning from your present surroundings back to the winter landscape of the village...

Is your presence here with me part of the illusion? [Guy pokes the mattress.] I guess not, since none of this is actually physical.

You are very perceptive. Yes, I am an illusion within my own illusions. In reality, I am standing right in front of you, unmoving.

Hmm...

Could you release the illusion for me then, please? I think I've seen all I wanted to see.

[Without a word, everything around Guy slowly begins to fade away. Her, the bed, the garden outside the window... soon enough, there's a bright flash of light and Guy is once more sitting on the bench. In front of him, Cheyenne is tying the blindfold back over her eyes.]

Although my illusions usually leave one feeling a bit tired when they are finished, seeing as the illusion I used had been rather weak, you shouldn't feel any such ill effects.

[Guy blinks, rubbing his eyes and giving himself a moment to get used to his surroundings.]

Well, thank you for taking the time to show me how this all works, I do appreciate it.

It is no trouble at all. Although, now that you have seen my powers first hand, does this mean you have no objections in my meeting with Luke?

I still have a few objections, but nothing strong enough for me to stick my nose further into your business. [Guy stands and stretches; sitting in the cold made his shoulders stiff.] You've probably already figured out what my reaction would be if he was hurt somehow, but I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt and trust that won't happen.

You are most understanding, Guy.

And I assure you, bringing harm to anyone in this village is the last thing I would ever want to do.

Well, like I said, benefit of the doubt.

[Though she can't see it -or he assumes he can't- Guy gives her a little bow.]

Good luck then. Please treat him well.

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