He hasn't dared say it for fear that it might make It spring into being. He's seen It before, he knows he has. Felt It on Maati. Saw It on Monsun. But in both occasions, It dissipated as soon as he was off of those islands. It didn't persist. The only stalking It's done has been in the texture of his own thoughts, his own clouded anxieties.
He's never wanted to say it aloud, because what if he's wrong?
A light breath of something cups around his chest. Something he doesn't want to study too closely, because it mimics the familiar taste of panic a little too much.
It's not here.
He's been away from home for something like three years, now.
It hasn't followed him. It's sprang into other people's thoughts through no fault of his own, and It still hasn't shown up. How many years did it take for It to manifest the first time? It - it didn't take years. They all just forgot how quickly it happened before.
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He hasn't dared say it. Not aloud.
He hasn't dared say it for fear that it might make It spring into being. He's seen It before, he knows he has. Felt It on Maati. Saw It on Monsun. But in both occasions, It dissipated as soon as he was off of those islands. It didn't persist. The only stalking It's done has been in the texture of his own thoughts, his own clouded anxieties.
He's never wanted to say it aloud, because what if he's wrong?
A light breath of something cups around his chest. Something he doesn't want to study too closely, because it mimics the familiar taste of panic a little too much.
It's not here.
He's been away from home for something like three years, now.
It hasn't followed him. It's sprang into other people's thoughts through no fault of his own, and It still hasn't shown up. How many years did it take for It to manifest the first time? It - it didn't take years. They all just forgot how quickly it happened before.
It's not here.
He's finally said it.
It's not here.