[Asch hesitates, silent for a long moment, his breath quick and unsteady. He can see his own face more clearly now, looking shaken, disheveled, surprised; he can see the empty colour of his eyes, the pale white lines of his scars. He can see the trees, the sun, the clouds, a hand holding his- but it's not his, it's not his but he can see it as if it were, looking through-
-his replica's eyes.
The pause extends for a moment or so longer, and then he chokes back one more humourless laugh, lowering his head. Of course. Idiot. He's an idiot.
He even looks like an idiot, hunched over and shaking like that - he can see it, because Luke can see it, and by god is this ever disorienting, and as he lifts himself up he nearly falls over from the mixed perspective of feeling himself move, seeing the body in front of him move, but the view in his own gaze not changing at all-
He knows he should disconnect from the link, remove the temptation, but... it feels good to see something. The dark is just too damn lonely.]
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-his replica's eyes.
The pause extends for a moment or so longer, and then he chokes back one more humourless laugh, lowering his head. Of course. Idiot. He's an idiot.
He even looks like an idiot, hunched over and shaking like that - he can see it, because Luke can see it, and by god is this ever disorienting, and as he lifts himself up he nearly falls over from the mixed perspective of feeling himself move, seeing the body in front of him move, but the view in his own gaze not changing at all-
He knows he should disconnect from the link, remove the temptation, but... it feels good to see something. The dark is just too damn lonely.]