[It hits him that he's not thinking about any of these things. Letting your subconscious trip you up isn't something he's allowed too much in the last few decades, primarily out of practice when sleeping was actually possible.
The thing that makes Ford flinch isn't the room of the Fearamid but the bolt of lightning. He jerks and raises his hands up to his head on sheer impulse, and his stomach drops when his memories summon blue chains that dangle above him from the shadows.
Ford stumbles back away from them.
He's here. He's here!
Bill can't read Ford's mind, but he wouldn't have to in order to see the fear and anger in Ford's eyes.
Took long enough for him to figure it out.]
--It's frustrating isn't it? This is as close to my mind as you're going to get!
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The thing that makes Ford flinch isn't the room of the Fearamid but the bolt of lightning. He jerks and raises his hands up to his head on sheer impulse, and his stomach drops when his memories summon blue chains that dangle above him from the shadows.
Ford stumbles back away from them.
He's here. He's here!
Bill can't read Ford's mind, but he wouldn't have to in order to see the fear and anger in Ford's eyes.
Took long enough for him to figure it out.]
--It's frustrating isn't it? This is as close to my mind as you're going to get!
[He's here... He... oh God...]