[ Trahearne freezes in his steps. For a moment, dread creeps over his being; to see Syrlya dead, mangled on the floor like that inspires a deep sickness in him.
But his instinctive reaction is quickly quelled when he sees the red of blood. That's not really him (it takes him a moment to remember he's in Syrlya's body anyway). With the third, fourth corpse, he sets aside his alarm as his more rational brain kicks in. ]
This can't be. [ Obviously. He's technically right here.
He stoops to study the body and pokes at it with his sword. It definitely doesn't feel like a sylvari corpse. ] An illusion?
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But his instinctive reaction is quickly quelled when he sees the red of blood. That's not really him (it takes him a moment to remember he's in Syrlya's body anyway). With the third, fourth corpse, he sets aside his alarm as his more rational brain kicks in. ]
This can't be. [ Obviously. He's technically right here.
He stoops to study the body and pokes at it with his sword. It definitely doesn't feel like a sylvari corpse. ] An illusion?