[ When Wilhelm glances at Kahlil, he might notice recognition in his gaze as it fixes on the strange bird, his face blanching. His mouth starts to form a word - a name, then closes before any sound comes out, teeth gritted.
With a sharp movement of his hand, the bird bursts into shadow, a strange tear hovering in the space it had occupied, a hole torn in reality that quickly closes again.
Kahlil takes in a deep breath and holds it. ]
Ignore it if it comes back. [ he says after a moment, then begins walking again at a slightly quicker pace. ]
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With a sharp movement of his hand, the bird bursts into shadow, a strange tear hovering in the space it had occupied, a hole torn in reality that quickly closes again.
Kahlil takes in a deep breath and holds it. ]
Ignore it if it comes back. [ he says after a moment, then begins walking again at a slightly quicker pace. ]