[ What Rideaux had expected to see when he got close enough was a projection of some memory of a conversation between him and Julius, being played back like a movie just for him. He hadn't expected Julius to react to his arrival, as if there were no fourth wall between the real Rideaux and the scene being played out. Of course there were times when the illusions had tried to interact with him in the past, but there hadn't been an illusion of himself there in those cases.
Something is off here, and he thinks he has a pretty good idea what it is. ]
Oh, don't tell me they actually brought you here this time.
[ He crosses his arms and shakes his head. Wonderful, really, this is exactly what he's been looking forward to. As if that Julius character in the history books here wasn't bad enough.
He's about to open his mouth to make another comment when he notices that the image of himself in the illusion is starting to loosen its tie and beckon Julius in closer. Lucky for you, too, it's saying in a voice that's practically a purr.
It's at this point that he recognizes that this isn't one of his memories, per se, but it is a conversation he's watched before. It's one they both watched before, and they both know where it's going.
Dying from dehydration seems a little more appealing now than it did a few minutes ago. ]
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[ What Rideaux had expected to see when he got close enough was a projection of some memory of a conversation between him and Julius, being played back like a movie just for him. He hadn't expected Julius to react to his arrival, as if there were no fourth wall between the real Rideaux and the scene being played out. Of course there were times when the illusions had tried to interact with him in the past, but there hadn't been an illusion of himself there in those cases.
Something is off here, and he thinks he has a pretty good idea what it is. ]
Oh, don't tell me they actually brought you here this time.
[ He crosses his arms and shakes his head. Wonderful, really, this is exactly what he's been looking forward to. As if that Julius character in the history books here wasn't bad enough.
He's about to open his mouth to make another comment when he notices that the image of himself in the illusion is starting to loosen its tie and beckon Julius in closer. Lucky for you, too, it's saying in a voice that's practically a purr.
It's at this point that he recognizes that this isn't one of his memories, per se, but it is a conversation he's watched before. It's one they both watched before, and they both know where it's going.
Dying from dehydration seems a little more appealing now than it did a few minutes ago. ]