You refuse. Your haven is safe. Peace. Freedom. Comfort. The knight is afraid. So are you. You do not like the world. You do not want to be there. You have taken nothing from him. Thus you owe him nothing. You will stay where you are.

The knight is disappointed. Not angry. Not defeated. Just tired.

I wanted to give you the choice, but I wasn't really asking. I need you to help me. I'm sorry.

A flash. A rushing.

Yellow.

Your haven vanishes. The knight vanishes. You can still feel him. He is still seeing through you. It is discomfort. You cannot stop him.

The knight drags you. You are powerless to resist. You can feel his regret. He does not want to do this. Yet he does not stop.

Time and space pass by in an instant. It would be overwhelming to a human. It is life to you. The knight does not react. You suppose it is life to him as well.

The world stills. The gears in the clock halt. The plumetting wreckage finds purchase in the field. You are where the knight wants you.

It is a room. Sparse. Details made unclear by opposition. Few furniture. Two doors. A bathroom beyond the first. A long hall beyond the other.

On the wall are simple decorations. A window with red curtains. It is dark beyond the window. Dark and loud. People are celebrating. It sounds as if they have been for a long while. Perhaps a full day.

On the desk are scattered items. You make out an open laptop. It bears some green decoration near the keyboard.

On the bed is a young man. Soft brown skin. Long hair. You cannot see enough detail to know if he is awake. You assume he is alive. Yet he is not living. This is clear.

Avery…

This is Avery. The friend of the knight. The reason for your visit.

He does not seem like much.

He is

He is life.

He is human.

You do not need to see the curves of his face to know this.

You need to show him I'm alive.

You are without form. You are concept. You are knowledge and reality. You are near blind. You cannot show the young man anything.

Can't you interact with the world? Steal his pillow or something?

Your powers in this world are limited. You can only do so much. Small things. Short movements. You look around the room. You cannot see. You cannot leave. The knight will not let you go. Perhaps if you help him.

You make a decision. Gather yourself. Shatter the barrier between yourself and the world you did not want to see.

A flash of colour. A rushing. The world is bright. The room is clear.

You look at the young man. His eyes are open. Looking. Not seeing. Awake. Not aware. There is a heaviness about him. You do not want to feel it.

You take in the room instead. It is easier. Simpler. Bland and impersonal. The young man is colour itself. The room is nearly colourless.

The window is unlatched. It would not take much effort to push it open. You do not know what it would achieve. But the young man would be sure to see it.

The decoration on the laptop is a sticker. A minecraft slime. It seems loose. It would be easy to peel it a little further.

That laptop was mine. I didn't even know Avery yet when I put the sticker on it. I just thought it was silly when I saw it and decided I wanted something to decorate my keyboard to be honest.

The knight is yearning. You feel it. It is strange and alien to you. If he had a body in this place he would be touching the sticker. You do not know what it means. Yet you know it means something. It would be very effective if the young man were to see the movement.

You have a choice to make.