[ Rathal'pesha, Umbhra'ibaye, and the Black Tower had all been destroyed by Jath'ibaye nearly two decades before Kahlil found himself back in Basawar. He could not say if it looked exactly like it did in the reflection - Ravishan's memories offer him nothing from that time, and he's long since suspected the reason for that.
The touch to his arm draws his attention back to Viktor, reminding him he's not the only one here. Confusion shifts to shame before he can bury it completely beneath an expression that just looks pained. He's not certain what Viktor's apologizing for, but he slowly nods to the suggestion that they leave, his anxiously gaze sliding from mirror to mirror. It could be interpreted as fear.
Now, though, he notices the Prayerscars on the back of his hands, and realizes dully that his face must be marked the same. He tries to banish them, but like the night at the Lunae bonfire when he first realized he had been giving this face back, he can't focus properly to will them away. There are the sounds of the carnival outside this hall, the pounding of blood between his ears, the embarrassment of someone seeing him react in such a way to what - a carnival trick? ]
I need to sit. Somewhere quiet. [ he manages in a steady voice, avoiding Viktor's gaze as he starts walking. There's already color returning to his face. ]
You can ask whatever you want.
[ He won't lie. Obfuscate, probably, that will be for John's safety should he ever arrive here. Kahlil could never hope for such a thing, but it's technically possible. ]
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The touch to his arm draws his attention back to Viktor, reminding him he's not the only one here. Confusion shifts to shame before he can bury it completely beneath an expression that just looks pained. He's not certain what Viktor's apologizing for, but he slowly nods to the suggestion that they leave, his anxiously gaze sliding from mirror to mirror. It could be interpreted as fear.
Now, though, he notices the Prayerscars on the back of his hands, and realizes dully that his face must be marked the same. He tries to banish them, but like the night at the Lunae bonfire when he first realized he had been giving this face back, he can't focus properly to will them away. There are the sounds of the carnival outside this hall, the pounding of blood between his ears, the embarrassment of someone seeing him react in such a way to what - a carnival trick? ]
I need to sit. Somewhere quiet. [ he manages in a steady voice, avoiding Viktor's gaze as he starts walking. There's already color returning to his face. ]
You can ask whatever you want.
[ He won't lie. Obfuscate, probably, that will be for John's safety should he ever arrive here. Kahlil could never hope for such a thing, but it's technically possible. ]