[ Oh. It's not like the other Other Place at all. He's right about that. It's...easier in so many ways. The true Other Place had torn at her, battered her, the cacophony of consciousnesses overwhelming her own and threatening to destroy her. Here, now, there's nothing but her and him, and she knows him well enough to know perfectly well where he ends and she begins. Her sense of self is unthreatened here. And what a wonder it is to be in this place without that terror, without that need to defend herself - to only be able to stare about her at the colors and dazzling lights and wonder...
She turns her attention at Bartimaeus, then. There's fear in her, uncertainty. That overwhelms everything at first, as she asks him, feeling certain that he'll know - ]
Am I dying? Like last time? [ Her sense of self, the knot of essence that is Kitty - shapeless, unhumanlike - swirls with anxiety. But she trusts him, trusts that he knows and that he'll tell her. ] It doesn't feel like last time.
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She turns her attention at Bartimaeus, then. There's fear in her, uncertainty. That overwhelms everything at first, as she asks him, feeling certain that he'll know - ]
Am I dying? Like last time? [ Her sense of self, the knot of essence that is Kitty - shapeless, unhumanlike - swirls with anxiety. But she trusts him, trusts that he knows and that he'll tell her. ] It doesn't feel like last time.