[ Percival isn't sure when the transition from reality to receiving a glimpse into JJ's mind happened, as it seemed to be a gradual progression. Little by little, the stands had filled, with increasingly unfamiliar faces, and the energy in the rink had transformed from something casual to eager faces clearly expecting to see something world class.
It's worrisome, knowing that something is clearly wrong, and not having any idea how to disrupt the illusions. He lingers close to the stands, between them and the ice itself, frantically looking around to see if he can find JJ and figure out how to escape together.
He finds JJ, but not the JJ he expects. He approaches regardless, and now up close and personal, the sight is even more worrying. He gently, with a lot of hesitation, puts his hand on the other man's shoulder. ] Jean-Jacques? [ He's upset... this must be someone important to him. His attention briefly shifts back to the ice with the change in the music. ]
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It's worrisome, knowing that something is clearly wrong, and not having any idea how to disrupt the illusions. He lingers close to the stands, between them and the ice itself, frantically looking around to see if he can find JJ and figure out how to escape together.
He finds JJ, but not the JJ he expects. He approaches regardless, and now up close and personal, the sight is even more worrying. He gently, with a lot of hesitation, puts his hand on the other man's shoulder. ] Jean-Jacques? [ He's upset... this must be someone important to him. His attention briefly shifts back to the ice with the change in the music. ]
I see... this is a previous memory of yours.