Something jars him, sending up a storm of aches as his body moves without him willing it to. He opens his eyes and blinks blearily up at the figure standing by the table.
This one's different. In fact, this one doesn't look like one of them at all. This one looks like--
It can't be. I'm seeing things.
"Is." He moistens his cracked lips with his tongue, and tries again.
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Something jars him, sending up a storm of aches as his body moves without him willing it to. He opens his eyes and blinks blearily up at the figure standing by the table.
This one's different. In fact, this one doesn't look like one of them at all. This one looks like--
It can't be. I'm seeing things.
"Is." He moistens his cracked lips with his tongue, and tries again.
"Is that..."