[ The fog ... solidifies a little. Both Tim and Jon will find that they can focus on him, if they want to; the fog is distinctly-Algric shaped now. Just. Utterly colourless, his sharpest features blurred to nothing and nobody. ]
Jon. Please. I did it for your own good. This - this was enough of a mess already.
[ He reaches out a hand - hesitates. Looks at Tim. ]
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Jon. Please. I did it for your own good. This - this was enough of a mess already.
[ He reaches out a hand - hesitates. Looks at Tim. ]
Tim didn't know.