[He seems to snap out of it, turning to look at Otachi. The trembling fear he had demonstrated moments beforehand have seemed to have seeped out of him; whether it's from facing the precursors and coming out in one piece, or from dealing with monsters from planet to planet, he doesn't hesitate to step closer to the kaiju and its long, dangerous tongue where it hovers unhappily.
And then makes shooing motions with his hands.]
Sorry, gorgeous, but you're not real.
Go on, get!
[That's apparently all the effort needed; Otachi fades out, and with her, the rest of the scene. It's just Itachi and Newton now, standing in the middle of the room. There's a small, slight trickle of blood that blossoms under one of Newton's nostrils; he reaches up to dab it away, watching the place Otachi had once been with something akin to sympathy.]
... Get back in my head and stay that way.
[When he turns his head to look toward Itachi, he seems at a loss of what to say for a moment.]
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Oh — oh, yeah!
[He seems to snap out of it, turning to look at Otachi. The trembling fear he had demonstrated moments beforehand have seemed to have seeped out of him; whether it's from facing the precursors and coming out in one piece, or from dealing with monsters from planet to planet, he doesn't hesitate to step closer to the kaiju and its long, dangerous tongue where it hovers unhappily.
And then makes shooing motions with his hands.]
Sorry, gorgeous, but you're not real.
Go on, get!
[That's apparently all the effort needed; Otachi fades out, and with her, the rest of the scene. It's just Itachi and Newton now, standing in the middle of the room. There's a small, slight trickle of blood that blossoms under one of Newton's nostrils; he reaches up to dab it away, watching the place Otachi had once been with something akin to sympathy.]
... Get back in my head and stay that way.
[When he turns his head to look toward Itachi, he seems at a loss of what to say for a moment.]
What's up, dude? How's it going?