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"What's wrong?" Arach asked Reason. Hamlet mentally sighed. Even more people to worry about.

Hamlet made himself visible, only to Reason and Arach. His head was bleeding, a little dtream of crimson red running down the left side of his face. Thankfully, the telepathic didn't knock Hamlet harder with whatever the mystery assailant was wielding at the time, since Hamlet would've died without anyone knowing.

Hamlet made the illusion of putting a finger on his mouth to signal to be quiet. His body still didn't respond to any of his commands, so he had to resort to tricks of the eye. The telepathic must've shut down any way for my body to move... Luckily, he spared my life... And hopefully it's not permenant. Hamlet mentally sighed once again. However, with each passing moment Hamlet slowly started to feel like he could control a small part of his body. With luck, he would be able to control his body before the telepathic came. IF we were lucky... Hamlet thought.