The sight of the shifting cobblestones tugs at the same part of his mind that was so unsettled by the vision. It's like it highlights everything that feels wrong just by virtue of being so real, and he hates it instinctively. Rolo clenches his eyes shut and claps his hands over his ears, like he might be able to dismiss all of it if he just can't see or hear any more of her impossibilities.]
I don't care what you can do! It's got nothing to do with me!
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The sight of the shifting cobblestones tugs at the same part of his mind that was so unsettled by the vision. It's like it highlights everything that feels wrong just by virtue of being so real, and he hates it instinctively. Rolo clenches his eyes shut and claps his hands over his ears, like he might be able to dismiss all of it if he just can't see or hear any more of her impossibilities.]
I don't care what you can do! It's got nothing to do with me!