Going to the mirror was quite possibly the worst thing Zeki could have done. That fear intensified, accompanied by a flash of a thought, a memory: Follow the cold shiver running down your spine.
He wanted so badly to close his eyes, to not see his own panic-stricken reflection. He was terrified that any moment his expression would shift to that triumphant sneer... But when he opened his mouth, it was his own voice that spoke, plaintive and broken as he'd ever felt at the Goblin's heel, and drowned out by Zeki's voice wailing in his mind.
I need to get a grip: t's over, it's done, this is Zeki, it's only Zeki, it's safe, you're safe, I'M SAFE, WE'RE SAFE. ... Zeki? Zeki, can you - is this - what the hell is going on?
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He wanted so badly to close his eyes, to not see his own panic-stricken reflection. He was terrified that any moment his expression would shift to that triumphant sneer... But when he opened his mouth, it was his own voice that spoke, plaintive and broken as he'd ever felt at the Goblin's heel, and drowned out by Zeki's voice wailing in his mind.
I need to get a grip: t's over, it's done, this is Zeki, it's only Zeki, it's safe, you're safe, I'M SAFE, WE'RE SAFE. ... Zeki? Zeki, can you - is this - what the hell is going on?