[But Abdul had. He'd died in an instant, swallowed up into that dimension of darkness. Polnareff grabs for Abdul's hands, gripping them tightly; they're whole, warm, Abdul's fingers rough and broad beneath his own. He likely looks an idiot, standing here holding his hands, but the seconds pass and he still doesn't want to let go.]
You're alive. This isn't . . . [A trick, but even as he says it, his tone dazed, he wonders. His eyes flick over Abdul's face. It seems normal; he looks just as Polnareff remembers, but he's been fooled before. A beat, and then:] I saw you die. How the hell are you here?
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[But Abdul had. He'd died in an instant, swallowed up into that dimension of darkness. Polnareff grabs for Abdul's hands, gripping them tightly; they're whole, warm, Abdul's fingers rough and broad beneath his own. He likely looks an idiot, standing here holding his hands, but the seconds pass and he still doesn't want to let go.]
You're alive. This isn't . . . [A trick, but even as he says it, his tone dazed, he wonders. His eyes flick over Abdul's face. It seems normal; he looks just as Polnareff remembers, but he's been fooled before. A beat, and then:] I saw you die. How the hell are you here?