[For a while, Asch does nothing, merely allows the sights to flow into his mind, quiet and calm. It's not the same; there's a level of surrealism to the images- blurred edges, uneven clarity, faded colours, a fluxuating quality that comes and goes as if it were an ocean's tide. It's not like seeing through his own eyes. And he knows that it's temporary.
But... it's close. Close enough that he can fake it, even if just for a little while. Luke seems to understand now, and more importantly, he seems okay with it.
So he'll fake it. Just for now.
He lifts his head, opening his eyes again, giving the connection a very slight push and letting the sound, smell, and feel of the world around him fill in the gaps in his strange new sight. He gives Luke's shoulder a very slight squeeze before letting his hand drop, taking note of his replica's pain. He's still recovering; he belongs back in the clinic. It was a risk, coming here to get him. And he still...
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But... it's close. Close enough that he can fake it, even if just for a little while. Luke seems to understand now, and more importantly, he seems okay with it.
So he'll fake it. Just for now.
He lifts his head, opening his eyes again, giving the connection a very slight push and letting the sound, smell, and feel of the world around him fill in the gaps in his strange new sight. He gives Luke's shoulder a very slight squeeze before letting his hand drop, taking note of his replica's pain. He's still recovering; he belongs back in the clinic. It was a risk, coming here to get him. And he still...
....
...Thank you.]