He recalls the metaphor and words he had used with Gorlim, and he does the same now.
He conjures a long piece of thin mithril thread.
"Everything of the mind is merely the exertion of one's will," he explains with the same exact words, taking Lee's wrist in his hands. "We are not truly here, in this odd building in a world we know nothing of. We are in the bar, sitting in a booth. But that fact does not change the reality of this moment."
He binds Lee's wrist with one end of the thread.
"This mithril thread is the manifestation of what binds us, the connection that will be left between us when our minds separate from one another. This will remain here, Lee, connecting us."
The Vala then uses the middle portion to bind his own wrist, followed by the tying of the unused end to Gorlim's wrist. And then... something between the minds of the Men and the mind of the Vala snaps into place. Lee now knows Námo's general mood, though it is carefully guarded -- sadness, worry, anger -- and the colour of the god's thoughts -- cool blue swirled with lavender -- and can feel the steady pulse of life in his mind.
He is also aware of Gorlim's general mood of frightened curiousity, quiet shock -- and the colour of his gwador's mind -- greenish yellow.
"Should you desire to severe this thread, use these--" and he conjures sheers, the blades glittering in the light. Again, they are metaphorical, but within Lee's mind, Námo plants the knowledge of how to cut the connection between them, and even how to retie the dangling ends to once more find the Vala and Man.
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"Of course."
He recalls the metaphor and words he had used with Gorlim, and he does the same now.
He conjures a long piece of thin mithril thread.
"Everything of the mind is merely the exertion of one's will," he explains with the same exact words, taking Lee's wrist in his hands. "We are not truly here, in this odd building in a world we know nothing of. We are in the bar, sitting in a booth. But that fact does not change the reality of this moment."
He binds Lee's wrist with one end of the thread.
"This mithril thread is the manifestation of what binds us, the connection that will be left between us when our minds separate from one another. This will remain here, Lee, connecting us."
The Vala then uses the middle portion to bind his own wrist, followed by the tying of the unused end to Gorlim's wrist. And then... something between the minds of the Men and the mind of the Vala snaps into place. Lee now knows Námo's general mood, though it is carefully guarded -- sadness, worry, anger -- and the colour of the god's thoughts -- cool blue swirled with lavender -- and can feel the steady pulse of life in his mind.
He is also aware of Gorlim's general mood of frightened curiousity, quiet shock -- and the colour of his gwador's mind -- greenish yellow.
"Should you desire to severe this thread, use these--" and he conjures sheers, the blades glittering in the light. Again, they are metaphorical, but within Lee's mind, Námo plants the knowledge of how to cut the connection between them, and even how to retie the dangling ends to once more find the Vala and Man.
He lifts his eyes to Lee's.
"Do you understand all I have shown you?"