Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180613234706

As if he knew he was gazed by both iterations of the man in metal, Prad turns back to him, but the malevolant stare had all but disappeared, turned to his usual dull gray "Don't worry about me, sir. I'm in no need of medical attention".

As he looked at him, the shadow he once saw briefly flickers to his mortal sight, staring back with a more ominous glare. A vision without threat, but one stating that he knows Praetor and Jorge can see him. A flicker, to remind him that the gaze into the abyss works both way.

...and it disappears...just as quickly as it appeared. As mentionned, a flicker. A mere apparition, attuned to his spectral line of sight and his alone.

Prad turns back to the others. The clouds had since died out, the emotion of exasperation gone. The dark of the night now unabaited by his presence, he holds whatever thought he has to himself, well onto putting his mind to those they'll have to fight later in the journey. No sorrow, nor fear escapes his visage, for those dried away from his heart...