"But you aren't," Arabella says, as gently as she can, squeezing his hands and searching his expression. Self-confident to the point of fault, convinced of his own ability to solve everything he might be, but she also knows there are things he won't let himself see, things obvious enough they have to be pointed out.
"I saw other people fading too. But others weren't, like you." Her own face is serious now, one of the few parts of her still completely solid, though the edges of her body -- the parts that began to disappear first -- are becoming more and more transparent.
Though her voice is steady and her expression is calm and resolute, she is looking a little pale. The unfortunate, slow-dawning understanding that you might have to question your basic existence isn't a pleasant one, but illusion or not? She's still Arabella, powered by a similar spirit.
"You have to think, Jonathan." She pulls a hand away to rest her fingers on his jaw, tugging his gaze to look at her, really look at her. She still has to swallow before she speaks again. "You know what that means, don't you?"
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"I saw other people fading too. But others weren't, like you." Her own face is serious now, one of the few parts of her still completely solid, though the edges of her body -- the parts that began to disappear first -- are becoming more and more transparent.
Though her voice is steady and her expression is calm and resolute, she is looking a little pale. The unfortunate, slow-dawning understanding that you might have to question your basic existence isn't a pleasant one, but illusion or not? She's still Arabella, powered by a similar spirit.
"You have to think, Jonathan." She pulls a hand away to rest her fingers on his jaw, tugging his gaze to look at her, really look at her. She still has to swallow before she speaks again. "You know what that means, don't you?"