[ Evan watches with rapt attention, breathing slowly and rubbing his eyes periodically. Any other day he'd have a dozen new strategies at work by now, a melee of clones or a Salvador Dali-esque Wonderland or some other twisted visual mindfuck in front of him, but he couldn't concentrate at all, could feel something behind his eyeballs. Touching his gun he saw his rifle firing, way back in London. ]
Dammit. What'd ya do? I've nae been-- aw, right, let him have it, then!
[ He decides to focus, again, on the clone's attempts to pull Quentin into the mirror and trap him there rather than his mind's scrambling. Then Evan himself can have the pleasure of breaking the glass in with his foot and that helps relax his otherwise panicked brain. The clones change appearance, from Quentin to Evan, and Evan himself stands up to join them. He throws a punch at Quentin's face. ]
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Dammit. What'd ya do? I've nae been-- aw, right, let him have it, then!
[ He decides to focus, again, on the clone's attempts to pull Quentin into the mirror and trap him there rather than his mind's scrambling. Then Evan himself can have the pleasure of breaking the glass in with his foot and that helps relax his otherwise panicked brain. The clones change appearance, from Quentin to Evan, and Evan himself stands up to join them. He throws a punch at Quentin's face. ]
But you'll notice this, eh?