If Tim wasn't so disassociated from himself and reality at the moment, Raylan's voice -that beautiful voice- would have worked its magic. In fact for a brief breath Tim's brows began to unknit, like a wary alley cat lifting its ears in hope of a treat.
But before he could take that next step towards believe he glanced over to the side, where his arm lay in the ruins of the Lighthouse. The tattoo on his wrist was unmistakable, that was his body in there, which meant whatever he was experiencing had to be some Mathias generated weirdness.
...
Had to be above and beyond the usual Mathias generated weirdness, and Tim swung back towards livid rage.
"If you have hurt him to fuck with me," he began, still talking through his teeth. Unfortunately for Raylan, rather than retreat in confusion, Tim was coming at him with violence in his eyes.
"Show yourself, you do not have the right to twist his image into your games! You wanted me dead, FINE you lanky shadow sonofabitch!!"
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But before he could take that next step towards believe he glanced over to the side, where his arm lay in the ruins of the Lighthouse. The tattoo on his wrist was unmistakable, that was his body in there, which meant whatever he was experiencing had to be some Mathias generated weirdness.
...
Had to be above and beyond the usual Mathias generated weirdness, and Tim swung back towards livid rage.
"If you have hurt him to fuck with me," he began, still talking through his teeth. Unfortunately for Raylan, rather than retreat in confusion, Tim was coming at him with violence in his eyes.
"Show yourself, you do not have the right to twist his image into your games! You wanted me dead, FINE you lanky shadow sonofabitch!!"