[Is it more potent because it's some kind of shared dream of an ancient corruption that at the time was unstoppable? Or simply a nightmarish version, spurred on by the mere fact of it being a dream?
Inside, Jin Guangyao doesn't know. But isn't it a terrible irony that, though it might be a dream, he can't just take any kind of control and imagine himself with his old legs back... or as a witch, able to turn the tide of the Cwyld.
For half a moment, that sort of vain desire makes him think that it really is working, regardless of whatever unknown deities this man follows. But though it does seem to feel better for a moment, the inky blackness of the Cwyld surges back against it, and as the infection spreads across his hand in growing patches, a faint blur of milkiness starting to cover those golden eyes. Teeth gritted, he catches himself in time as starts to raise his hand, almost ready to put it over top of this stranger's own. The urge is getting too strong.]
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Inside, Jin Guangyao doesn't know. But isn't it a terrible irony that, though it might be a dream, he can't just take any kind of control and imagine himself with his old legs back... or as a witch, able to turn the tide of the Cwyld.
For half a moment, that sort of vain desire makes him think that it really is working, regardless of whatever unknown deities this man follows. But though it does seem to feel better for a moment, the inky blackness of the Cwyld surges back against it, and as the infection spreads across his hand in growing patches, a faint blur of milkiness starting to cover those golden eyes. Teeth gritted, he catches himself in time as starts to raise his hand, almost ready to put it over top of this stranger's own. The urge is getting too strong.]
No. You... need to go.