[Thinking about it is much easier than talking about it, but now he's trying to not even do that. Except that fails for two very important reasons: he's drunk and the very thing you're trying NOT to think about turns out to be ALL you can think about.
Picturing Salim in his mind is all too easy: his dirty face, the piece of iron he carried around with him during their journey through the temple and the alien ship. And then more recent memories of the two of them here in Trench: Salim throwing a makeshift lasso to try pulling his weapon out of the ice, Jason managing to do it for him, their shared cheer of "oorah".
I want Salim here with me. And since Blue can hear that, it's enough to satisfy the hex. Jason gasps feeling the pain ease away]
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Picturing Salim in his mind is all too easy: his dirty face, the piece of iron he carried around with him during their journey through the temple and the alien ship. And then more recent memories of the two of them here in Trench: Salim throwing a makeshift lasso to try pulling his weapon out of the ice, Jason managing to do it for him, their shared cheer of "oorah".
I want Salim here with me. And since Blue can hear that, it's enough to satisfy the hex. Jason gasps feeling the pain ease away]