[ He ducks his head, cursing under his breath and wrenching his arm away from... well, from an illusion, apparently. He tries swinging his arm out through the swarm of people—but the illusion is still too real... he can feel them hitting his arm.
He knows how easily tricked the human brain is, even for things like sensory input, but he really wishes that he didn't have to experience it firsthand. ]
...I'm hallucinating, [ he says helplessly, as if telling this other person would somehow make it go away more than consciously realizing it himself already hadn't.
He at least tries "pushing through" to come closer. Maybe the presence of someone (presumably, relatively) sane will help ward off the visions. ]
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He knows how easily tricked the human brain is, even for things like sensory input, but he really wishes that he didn't have to experience it firsthand. ]
...I'm hallucinating, [ he says helplessly, as if telling this other person would somehow make it go away more than consciously realizing it himself already hadn't.
He at least tries "pushing through" to come closer. Maybe the presence of someone (presumably, relatively) sane will help ward off the visions. ]