It's rough to the touch, and by the texture he can tell, in a brief moment of clarity, that it is a stone.
But the moment of clarity only lasts so long. A split second later, a painful, almost terrible tear in the fabric of who he is shoots up his fingers, his arms, through his chest and his entire body. Images flash through his mind: the moon, shattering, like a mirror broken. In the shards, he sees himself.
The vision cracks. As it does, he feels something break inside of him. He doesn't know how yet, but Kurapika will not be returning from this mission the same.
The feeling passes, and all seems normal despite that. The terrible, pulsating dread still emanates from the stone, and Kurapika's allies continue to fight the ghosts. ]
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It's rough to the touch, and by the texture he can tell, in a brief moment of clarity, that it is a stone.
But the moment of clarity only lasts so long. A split second later, a painful, almost terrible tear in the fabric of who he is shoots up his fingers, his arms, through his chest and his entire body. Images flash through his mind: the moon, shattering, like a mirror broken. In the shards, he sees himself.
The vision cracks. As it does, he feels something break inside of him. He doesn't know how yet, but Kurapika will not be returning from this mission the same.
The feeling passes, and all seems normal despite that. The terrible, pulsating dread still emanates from the stone, and Kurapika's allies continue to fight the ghosts. ]