Pal sends Clarke a pointed look, the kind that says, okay, do it your way, but at least he doesn’t roll his eyes, or insist that she go get herself a bandage, or get up to fetch her one himself.
He’s too tired to do the last one, anyway.
“Oh goodness, it depends. In theory, a revenant could have appeared beside us like that,” he snaps his fingers. “Though more often than not, they put on a bit of a show, usually in the form of a release of energy. Fire, lightening, that sort of thing.” He shrugs. Ghosts, man. They’re a bunch of drama queens.
“I really can’t say for sure what would have happened here. If we’d really pushed hard enough to break the captain’s hold on this reality, we might have seen changes to the environment itself.” Pal picks up a handful of dirt, pine needles, and matted leaves from the ground and lets it run through his fingers.” Trees might have fallen, plants might have disintegrated. Maybe the sky would have changed colors.”
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He’s too tired to do the last one, anyway.
“Oh goodness, it depends. In theory, a revenant could have appeared beside us like that,” he snaps his fingers. “Though more often than not, they put on a bit of a show, usually in the form of a release of energy. Fire, lightening, that sort of thing.” He shrugs. Ghosts, man. They’re a bunch of drama queens.
“I really can’t say for sure what would have happened here. If we’d really pushed hard enough to break the captain’s hold on this reality, we might have seen changes to the environment itself.” Pal picks up a handful of dirt, pine needles, and matted leaves from the ground and lets it run through his fingers.” Trees might have fallen, plants might have disintegrated. Maybe the sky would have changed colors.”