In the Horizon, everything is malleable, even your physical appearance. But despite the fact that wounds can vanish if one just wills it, the backs of Wilhelm's hands are marked with sores that sprout fungal formations, which disappear into his sleeves. Slender roots reach out from the back of his neck, tangling with his hair.

Otherwise, he looks much as he did when Kyle last saw him the other week. The filth that covers his real body in the cavern is scrubbed away. The gauntness of his face has filled back out. His expression mirrors Kyle's, but the concern is amplified by urgency. His fingers nervously trace the growths on his opposite hand.

"Kyle," he rushes to say, "I wanted you to know that I'm fine. I...I actually think we can all be saved."