[Of course they're not real. He knows they're not real. He's seen them here before. He just...]
[He's so goddamn tired. His eyes currently burn like coals, the skin of his face and arms a coal-gray, and his hands look like there are live embers glistening just beneath the ashen pallor of his skin. He hasn't been reveling in the change in the slightest, mostly because being here, while marginally better than being on the other side, tends to suck for this exact reason.]
[They're not real. He knows they're not real. It's just so much easier to trick himself into thinking they are, just for a moment.]
[Even if they're...acting an awful lot like he'd expect them to act, if they had access to a shitload of impromptu firepower. Emphasis on the fire.]
[Tim peers down a precarious incline of blackened rock, watching this go down from a distance.]
Uh...hey, [he says uncertainly.] This is new.
[His presumed "fondest dream" taking on the appearance of the setting, for one.]
polar perfection
[He's so goddamn tired. His eyes currently burn like coals, the skin of his face and arms a coal-gray, and his hands look like there are live embers glistening just beneath the ashen pallor of his skin. He hasn't been reveling in the change in the slightest, mostly because being here, while marginally better than being on the other side, tends to suck for this exact reason.]
[They're not real. He knows they're not real. It's just so much easier to trick himself into thinking they are, just for a moment.]
[Even if they're...acting an awful lot like he'd expect them to act, if they had access to a shitload of impromptu firepower. Emphasis on the fire.]
[Tim peers down a precarious incline of blackened rock, watching this go down from a distance.]
Uh...hey, [he says uncertainly.] This is new.
[His presumed "fondest dream" taking on the appearance of the setting, for one.]