"Hello?" Gaia asked and snapped her fingers in front of John. No reaction. "Well, this is bad," she said, her dress appearing back on her body. "May have gone too far at the end there. Thought you would be able to handle it. Turns out you are way weaker than I thought. First you fail against that Lorylim copy I made and now this…I mean I could see this coming, but I have to deal with you frail mortals so rarely that I sometimes forget how much you can take…"
Continued silence.
"Okay? Rude, let me just…" she put a hand on his head. "…Literally nothing in here anymore. Really disappointing. Can't beat a Lorylim, can't fuck me properly, God -which is me- we will try this again way later then. Just going to fix you up really quickly."
John jerked up suddenly. "Argh, my head," he complained. It was as if the synapses all had been hit with a rocket launcher and then stapled back together. Twice.
