[ The obvious answer, is that it's a dream. Of course. A sentient AI, teleporting him to some unknown location that looks like an unfathomably large computer in some parts, a wild goose chase for some treasure that can grant wishes and now, McGillis Fareed is standing in front of him as though nothing had ever happened at all.
Of course he's dreaming.
But then, McGillis's hand grasps his arm, and it feels real. He can feel the warmth, the way the heavy fabric of his uniform shifts beneath his fingers, the gentle pressure of his grip. If this is a dream, why does it feel so real?
McGillis's words filter through as though glimpses through fog, though eventually Gaelio does piece it together. He remains standing, maybe through shock locking his joints, or maybe through sheer stubbornness. ]
I'm fine. [ An automatic response- it's definitely sheer stubbornness, at least in part. That much hasn't changed, at least, regardless of how different his physical appearance is from the Gaelio that McGillis is used to.
That McGillis is treating him like he cares, like he did before Edmonton, before his betrayal, is almost more for Gaelio to process than McGillis being back from the dead. For all his insistence he's fine, a waver returns to his voice. ] I don't... understand. [ He reaches for McGillis's arm in turn with his free hand, half afraid his own hand will pass right through. A ghost, a dream, a delusion, whatever it is, it feels real, but it can't be. ]
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Of course he's dreaming.
But then, McGillis's hand grasps his arm, and it feels real. He can feel the warmth, the way the heavy fabric of his uniform shifts beneath his fingers, the gentle pressure of his grip. If this is a dream, why does it feel so real?
McGillis's words filter through as though glimpses through fog, though eventually Gaelio does piece it together. He remains standing, maybe through shock locking his joints, or maybe through sheer stubbornness. ]
I'm fine. [ An automatic response- it's definitely sheer stubbornness, at least in part. That much hasn't changed, at least, regardless of how different his physical appearance is from the Gaelio that McGillis is used to.
That McGillis is treating him like he cares, like he did before Edmonton, before his betrayal, is almost more for Gaelio to process than McGillis being back from the dead. For all his insistence he's fine, a waver returns to his voice. ] I don't... understand. [ He reaches for McGillis's arm in turn with his free hand, half afraid his own hand will pass right through. A ghost, a dream, a delusion, whatever it is, it feels real, but it can't be. ]