Sama'el pulled his hand up one final time, and Ronan was jerked forward. But his body was left behind. All the weight he had carried in his body floated away, and he was spirit. Suddenly he was unsure of his own being, and when he looked down for his hands, they formed from silver mist.
He looked to Sam with an uneasy smile. "This is... different." He heard the words like normal, but something felt different. They came with thought, they came without the usual understanding. It was like he was projecting the contents of his mind, rather than producing spoken word.
He did not feel afraid - only unsure. This was a different world, and it seemed he would float away if he did not keep himself mentally tethered to the ground. Seeing his body was something else entirely.
"I understand," he projected, "I am following your lead brother."
He looked to Sam with an uneasy smile. "This is... different." He heard the words like normal, but something felt different. They came with thought, they came without the usual understanding. It was like he was projecting the contents of his mind, rather than producing spoken word.
He did not feel afraid - only unsure. This was a different world, and it seemed he would float away if he did not keep himself mentally tethered to the ground. Seeing his body was something else entirely.
"I understand," he projected, "I am following your lead brother."