He had never taken orders from anyone before while in his right mind.
Things could be easier with touch, but Námo is not stupid -- he is outside this. He is a means to an end.
His eyes grow darker, cold-fire flickering in their depths as he draws his power up, opens his bond with Gorlim a bit more to allow the Man into his mind, and draws both their minds towards Lee's. It is more draining than it needs to be, a little more difficult, but he fights through the fatigue and brushes against Lee's mind one: one warning.
And then he pushes, entering the man's mind, his dreamscape, dragging Gorlim with him.
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He had never taken orders from anyone before while in his right mind.
Things could be easier with touch, but Námo is not stupid -- he is outside this. He is a means to an end.
His eyes grow darker, cold-fire flickering in their depths as he draws his power up, opens his bond with Gorlim a bit more to allow the Man into his mind, and draws both their minds towards Lee's. It is more draining than it needs to be, a little more difficult, but he fights through the fatigue and brushes against Lee's mind one: one warning.
And then he pushes, entering the man's mind, his dreamscape, dragging Gorlim with him.