[The whole situation is off-putting, spooky and unsettling, and reminding Jon far too much of the nightmare situation he and Kathy ended up in in the swamp, where while it was happening they weren't sure what was real and what was their imaginations taken for a ride, enhanced by gases coming up from decay under water, and their rescue by Kathy's grandfather answered the question, but in that definitive way grown-ups use to tamp down on questions that didn't leave any room for arguments.
Jon isn't old enough to really have any solid footing for the whole 'metaphysical versus reality' sort of argument yet- he isn't Damian, who would probably boast something about how he already understood this kind of thing when he was six- but he can and does still have an opinion, which is that he doesn't like this sort of thing. The world shouldn't do weird things like that based on people's imaginations or change that way.
And then, the fog isn't so overwhelming, and the sky opens up a bit, and while Harper's question might be about how so much time slipped them by, it's a view that is completely foreign for a kid who's spent his whole life on Earth, a few surprise trips aside.
The sudden wind only compounds on the feeling in his chest, before things bloom into full horror.
Harper's gun doesn't work against the whispering, menace figure in the dark.
Jon can't fight against some kind of terrifying monster, without superpowers he's just a normal kid. He doesn't have that sort of training yet. But he's the one who's supposed to be the superhero, not nervy-seeming Harper who is trying hard but looks like a stiff breeze would knock him over, who shoves himself between Jon and this creature with icey lit eyes, who pushes him away to give Jon a chance to escape, before passing out right in front of Jon when a boney hand grabs the man's arm. He can't even process the Harper's whisper, just staring in horror and guilt.
It feels for a short instant like something warm and bright fizzles just under his skin before flickering out, before a second hand reaches for him, too, and grabs his shoulder, immensely cold even through his jacket and shirt, and it is the last thing he knows before losing consciousness.]
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Jon isn't old enough to really have any solid footing for the whole 'metaphysical versus reality' sort of argument yet- he isn't Damian, who would probably boast something about how he already understood this kind of thing when he was six- but he can and does still have an opinion, which is that he doesn't like this sort of thing. The world shouldn't do weird things like that based on people's imaginations or change that way.
And then, the fog isn't so overwhelming, and the sky opens up a bit, and while Harper's question might be about how so much time slipped them by, it's a view that is completely foreign for a kid who's spent his whole life on Earth, a few surprise trips aside.
The sudden wind only compounds on the feeling in his chest, before things bloom into full horror.
Harper's gun doesn't work against the whispering, menace figure in the dark.
Jon can't fight against some kind of terrifying monster, without superpowers he's just a normal kid. He doesn't have that sort of training yet. But he's the one who's supposed to be the superhero, not nervy-seeming Harper who is trying hard but looks like a stiff breeze would knock him over, who shoves himself between Jon and this creature with icey lit eyes, who pushes him away to give Jon a chance to escape, before passing out right in front of Jon when a boney hand grabs the man's arm. He can't even process the Harper's whisper, just staring in horror and guilt.
It feels for a short instant like something warm and bright fizzles just under his skin before flickering out, before a second hand reaches for him, too, and grabs his shoulder, immensely cold even through his jacket and shirt, and it is the last thing he knows before losing consciousness.]