“…whoa…” Dyllan teetered a bit as the tingling in his bones died down. “That was an adrenaline spike.” He turned towards Cedric, giving him a quick look up and down. He seemed frazzled, but unhurt. “You okay?”

Cedric’s face scrunched up like a particularly grumpy Dr. Seuss character, and he let out a grumbling sound reminiscent of a disgruntled cat. A reaction usually reserved for when he’d been splashed with mud, or had accidentally eaten marzipan. As far as Dyllan could tell, it meant Cedric was perturbed but unharmed.

“Good to hear.” Dyllan took a quick look around while he waited for Cedric to go back to being a functional human being - which in his experience took anywhere between half an hour and half a minute. Except for that one incident with the honey and the peanut butter, he just went straight home after that.

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Putting old memories aside, this mindscape had really been pulverized. Everything had been chopped to bits, save the platform he and Cedric were on. Weird, considering it had taken a direct hit. Eh. Dyllan wasn’t going to worry about it - he didn’t make a habit of looking gift horses in the mouth. That was Cedric’s job.

There was a fair bit of hate goo floating about as well. More than a fair bit, actually. Just about all of it was burning away into brilliant orange Will to Live, though - including a particularly big chunk over… Wait, was that Andie’s Nightmare? Dyllan squinted to get a better look. Yep, that was Andie’s Nightmare.

Well, it was a part of what used to be Andie’s Nightmare. Oh, there was another part over there - and another one clear over there. Looking for them was kind of fun, actually. A little like a morbid Where’s Waldo.