Jono loosed a low whistle then, turning slowly to take in the sight of the starfield around them.
Minds, all of them, so much neater than the mess of auras that he saw when he reached out, little glimmers of consciousness that writhed and twisted and bled into one another if he didn't pay enough attention. White noise. A dull roar.
"You've got this down to an art, haven't you?" He raised a hand just slightly, but didn't dare touch anything around him, not out of fear of damaging anything, but out of respect that he was being shown this at all.
You didn't touch anything when you were a guest inside a person's head unless you'd been invited to. It wasn't yours to touch.
"It's beautiful... Stars. I never would've thought of stars."
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Date: 2014-12-23 02:05 am (UTC)Minds, all of them, so much neater than the mess of auras that he saw when he reached out, little glimmers of consciousness that writhed and twisted and bled into one another if he didn't pay enough attention. White noise. A dull roar.
"You've got this down to an art, haven't you?" He raised a hand just slightly, but didn't dare touch anything around him, not out of fear of damaging anything, but out of respect that he was being shown this at all.
You didn't touch anything when you were a guest inside a person's head unless you'd been invited to. It wasn't yours to touch.
"It's beautiful... Stars. I never would've thought of stars."