[The Paleblood senses that Oscar gained upon entering Trench had slowly grown more powerful in specific ways from the very beginning. As long as he felt an emotional connection with someone, the threads of their everything were easy enough for him to grasp. Having learned a few tricks from a blind telepath who has since returned to Remnant, Oscar did good best to be polite with it.
Unfortunately, times of duress made his grasp more fickle, and threads from even those he didn't know well tended to overwhelm him and obscure his ability to differentiate the individuals around him. The Spice was no help-- and it was a small fortune that Paul at least radiated a sense of calm that he could find ease in.]
...a ghost.
[He managed to answer, brows furrowing as if he were trying to focus on something that wasn't there.
Oscar didn't feel like discussing the particulars, but 'ghost' seemed like a good enough description for a man who died too young and was forced into making a decision he didn't fully understand because his lover couldn't handle the grief of losing him. ]
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Unfortunately, times of duress made his grasp more fickle, and threads from even those he didn't know well tended to overwhelm him and obscure his ability to differentiate the individuals around him. The Spice was no help-- and it was a small fortune that Paul at least radiated a sense of calm that he could find ease in.]
...a ghost.
[He managed to answer, brows furrowing as if he were trying to focus on something that wasn't there.
Oscar didn't feel like discussing the particulars, but 'ghost' seemed like a good enough description for a man who died too young and was forced into making a decision he didn't fully understand because his lover couldn't handle the grief of losing him. ]