[It's easier to think about the clones than nothing at all. He tries to focus on the one picture he's been giving out to people, of that one clone he saw close up for but a moment, his eyes covered with a visor and lips in a straight, rigid line. The clone had stared at him like he was staring at nothing at all. It's an easy image to grab hold of.
He's about to tell Blue that that's it, he's ready, when the Scarab speaks up.]
No. Calm.
[He's always very aware of the fact that the Scarab feels his emotions, but sometimes he forgets that it works the other way around as well. He closes his eyes as he feels some of the Scarab's own calmness in the face of this settle in his bones, an utterly undefinable feeling. It's not perfect, not by any means, but it's as close as he's going to get.
The Scarab will see and feel what Blue shows it as well, Jaime suddenly realizes, which is why the next time he speaks, it's not to Blue.]
You ready?
Yes.
[He opens his eyes, and reaches out with one hand, palm up.] Okay.
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He's about to tell Blue that that's it, he's ready, when the Scarab speaks up.]
No. Calm.
[He's always very aware of the fact that the Scarab feels his emotions, but sometimes he forgets that it works the other way around as well. He closes his eyes as he feels some of the Scarab's own calmness in the face of this settle in his bones, an utterly undefinable feeling. It's not perfect, not by any means, but it's as close as he's going to get.
The Scarab will see and feel what Blue shows it as well, Jaime suddenly realizes, which is why the next time he speaks, it's not to Blue.]
You ready?
Yes.
[He opens his eyes, and reaches out with one hand, palm up.] Okay.