[ In his tunnel vision he doesn't notice Istredd until the second time he says his name. He turns, giving him a look of confusion as the scars and tattoos vanish on their own - and him unaware they even appeared to begin with.
He lowers his hands to his sides, casting one more glance in the general direction of the shadow creatures. The trees have gone eerily silent. ]
I know. [ A pause, and he appears almost embarrassed. ] Sorry, I was just... focused.
[ On removing them. Fixated. If Istredd suspects he'd gone somewhere else, he's not entirely wrong. But Kahlil was not reliving that memory, only trying to silence it.
He glances down at Istredd's pack, his expression tense. ]
We should move on. [ He doesn't specify a direction. He doesn't care right now. ]
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He lowers his hands to his sides, casting one more glance in the general direction of the shadow creatures. The trees have gone eerily silent. ]
I know. [ A pause, and he appears almost embarrassed. ] Sorry, I was just... focused.
[ On removing them. Fixated. If Istredd suspects he'd gone somewhere else, he's not entirely wrong. But Kahlil was not reliving that memory, only trying to silence it.
He glances down at Istredd's pack, his expression tense. ]
We should move on. [ He doesn't specify a direction. He doesn't care right now. ]