Re: [Arborlon: Misha/Newt]
Misha, he hadn't never been asked direct questions 'bout things, and he found himself plenty surprised at the asking. He didn't need to think a whole lot 'fore answering, though, even knowing his answers likely weren't technical any. They made sense to him, his responses, and it was the only way he knew to say things: "They're different, just like folks, and I can tell them apart. They feel different. I don't reckon they look different, but they feel different, just like folks feel different. You glow, and everyone's glow is plenty different. But to see lines splitting off, I'd need to know the person who split off. See, here with you, I only see your line, not anything diverging. I follow a specific person, and so I can't see divergence. I only see where they went to."
He watched as Newt sent the owl off, and he watched as Newt's clothes changed. Magic, it never did surprise Misha none, but he reckoned it could be plenty useful to change clothes without needing to do a thing. "Do your old clothes still exist?" he asked, curious some, and then he hopped off the surface he was sitting on, and he stood in front of the freckled man. "And I didn't help. Don't you go apologizing. I don't know him well as you do, and I hadn't never tried to help someone with a bad head 'fore. It wasn't as if it helped none to put him back as one person, since that black cloud still did come." Misha, he understood now that could be he didn't understand Adrian's problems at all, and he'd been a fool some to reckon he did. "I been biting off more than I can chew lately, is all. Do you want me to take you straight into his cell? I can do that."