Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190710004720/@comment-36159587-20190712010623

He was about twenty miles away before he felt the aftereffects of using the power. Fatigue suddenly collapsed upon him. It felt like death.

He was too tired to curse, or to even keep his eyes open, really. He slumped forward, collapsing onto the ground with a dull thud. He wondered if this was what death really was. Heh. He thought it'd be more impressive.

Time ticked by, and he didn't care. He thought about Baldur. The other was probably having his morning tea. Maybe the other thought he'd went to the bar again. The other was such a late starter, maybe the Twelfth was still asleep.

He also thought about other people, too. He thought about the rest of the Replicas. And some random people. Like that kid who he'd bumped into in the library. Now that he thought about it, he kind of did want to apologize to the boy. He really couldn't tell what was real or not when he had his powers activated, so it was entirely his fault.

Then again, the other was the only person who'd ever seen him when he was invisible. He doubted the other was an actual kid. Maybe one of those unaging peeps, like him and the others.