There's a 'but' there, something niggling at the back of his mind. He's seen illusions before, had his mind played with. There isn't anything specific about this that screams fake to him, but there's still a 'but'. Like the sounds it makes are too far away. Like there's another sound layered underneath.
But with aliens and time travel and magic space rocks and souls and intergalactic armies, who the hell is he to determine something is not real?
His training takes hold. It's never mattered how frightening a situation can be: his hands stay steady. No matter what. Lines up his shot, lets loose, then ducks back behind the map before making his way to duck behind a different display, not even bothering to see the hit. Because he knows his aim. It's true. It hit something.
(Probably. The creature is larger in size in his mind's eye than comparatively scrawny Jack.)]
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There's a 'but' there, something niggling at the back of his mind. He's seen illusions before, had his mind played with. There isn't anything specific about this that screams fake to him, but there's still a 'but'. Like the sounds it makes are too far away. Like there's another sound layered underneath.
But with aliens and time travel and magic space rocks and souls and intergalactic armies, who the hell is he to determine something is not real?
His training takes hold. It's never mattered how frightening a situation can be: his hands stay steady. No matter what. Lines up his shot, lets loose, then ducks back behind the map before making his way to duck behind a different display, not even bothering to see the hit. Because he knows his aim. It's true. It hit something.
(Probably. The creature is larger in size in his mind's eye than comparatively scrawny Jack.)]