Æhnyir looks at the saint, his eyes flash blue for a second, as if something inside him was looking out of his eyes.
inside the mental/spiritual construct of Æhnyir
Æhnyir sits on a barren rock,
"So we really need to find a way to work seamlessly in this construct....so it would be ours, and not yours or mine."
Errapel sits on a higher stone and looks down at Æhnyir,
"Give me your right eye, if we enter a combat situation I'll lend power, and if I need to I can take the wheel for the time necessary, in which case we'll end up in the angel state, though this wouldn't be like our fused state, I'm afraid if we did anything like that again we might become permanently fused souls."
"Yeah. that works, but how do we know that we aren't already functioning as souls fused together?"
Errapel thinks about it,
"I suppose we don't."
Æhnyir's right becomes blue and he focuses back on what's happening around him, seeing Michael.