There was a faint but definite shudder that went through Hatchworth's body as his father laid a hand on him. This was real. This was happening. Blue matter mirages did many things, but they could never touch.
"It. is." He paused, briefly, both searching for the right word and trying to calm himself a little; his speech was getting jerkier than normal. "strange. But not. a bad strange."
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Date: 2013-06-24 05:10 am (UTC)"It. is." He paused, briefly, both searching for the right word and trying to calm himself a little; his speech was getting jerkier than normal. "strange. But not. a bad strange."