[ Tadashi touches Magicman's arm, and there's a flicker of - well, not life, exactly - behind his eyes. Awareness, maybe, is closer to the word. Like he was dreaming, and he's being brought out of it.
The world fades in and out, the one they're in overlaid with the dream of the one they're not. He feels tired, and homesick. ]
I'm --
[ I'm okay, he should say, but it's a polite lie that he can't get away with any more. ]
Well, maybe I'm not really feeling okay. [ He seems about to say something more about how not-okay he is, but it seems that even that is a significant effort. He just sighs, and the world flickers again. ]
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The world fades in and out, the one they're in overlaid with the dream of the one they're not. He feels tired, and homesick. ]
I'm --
[ I'm okay, he should say, but it's a polite lie that he can't get away with any more. ]
Well, maybe I'm not really feeling okay. [ He seems about to say something more about how not-okay he is, but it seems that even that is a significant effort. He just sighs, and the world flickers again. ]
And this is - wrong, too. And silly.
[ He sounds defeated, when he says that. ]