[ His hand doesn't leave the knife. He realizes he'd probably only have one shot with the dagger— but he's pretty good at throwing knives. Still, he thinks he probably could have played this better. He considers a spell, but he doesn't know how his magic would work here. ]
Can't you just— cover your eyes, or something? I'll whistle really loudly.
[ Because there's nothing here to find out about Nash. His other self steps forward— to confront the man who has been standing behind a pillar this whole time, and now reveals himself. "You're Bishop Sasarai's—" the other Nash says, and then gets pushed aside by some unseen force. ]
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Can't you just— cover your eyes, or something? I'll whistle really loudly.
[ Because there's nothing here to find out about Nash. His other self steps forward— to confront the man who has been standing behind a pillar this whole time, and now reveals himself. "You're Bishop Sasarai's—" the other Nash says, and then gets pushed aside by some unseen force. ]