[Medusa's mental voice breaks through Hijikata's brain fog like the first ray of light after days of dark clouds. It's like being woken up from a dream... though pushing through his own thoughts (which may not really originate from him, given that they're thoughts of wanting to continue this important work) feels like trying to move through thick mud. His mental response may feel strained and sluggish.
"Medusa..? I can't control my body."
Sure enough, he keeps working away without slowing down or wavering. It's a struggle to not lose focus on her communication with him, and he hopes that the fae puppeteering him can't also "hear" her.]
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"Medusa..? I can't control my body."
Sure enough, he keeps working away without slowing down or wavering. It's a struggle to not lose focus on her communication with him, and he hopes that the fae puppeteering him can't also "hear" her.]