Great. Now he could worry about whether he'd hallucinated the entire conversation. (Wash was fairly certain he hadn't - there was no reason the Nox would have waited so long to attack him otherwise - but at this point he wasn't sure of a damned thing.)
"Well, they talked to me. I went into the carnival-" Last night? A few days ago? How long had it been since he-
He shook his head roughly, trying to dislodge the oncoming panic. No. He could handle this. He was not going to lose it.
"I don't know if anything they said was true," he continued, trying to pick up the pieces of the conversation, "but at the end of it they offered me a deal. They wanted to take whatever magic I have and replace it with theirs - shadow magic." The fact that he was still mentally tripping over the idea of having magic at all probably factored into his continued inability to use it.
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"Well, they talked to me. I went into the carnival-" Last night? A few days ago? How long had it been since he-
He shook his head roughly, trying to dislodge the oncoming panic. No. He could handle this. He was not going to lose it.
"I don't know if anything they said was true," he continued, trying to pick up the pieces of the conversation, "but at the end of it they offered me a deal. They wanted to take whatever magic I have and replace it with theirs - shadow magic." The fact that he was still mentally tripping over the idea of having magic at all probably factored into his continued inability to use it.