[Stephen rights himself from tilting sideways, something almost-manic in his eyes. His cloak billows behind him, righting itself on its own, and he unfolds himself from his meditative stance to look at Steve.]
You've... what.
[From home, he says. Somehow, the phrasing really needles in; home, what home? Is that place, distant memories that strike at his core, really supposed to be home?]
Both of us? Tell me what you've seen. I- I keep seeing a building. It's-
[His thoughts are everywhere, flown to pieces like the fragmented mirrors surrounding him. Steve will have to take the lead here.]
no subject
You've... what.
[From home, he says. Somehow, the phrasing really needles in; home, what home? Is that place, distant memories that strike at his core, really supposed to be home?]
Both of us? Tell me what you've seen. I- I keep seeing a building. It's-
[His thoughts are everywhere, flown to pieces like the fragmented mirrors surrounding him. Steve will have to take the lead here.]