[A long moment passes where it seems like Billy won't take up the offer; he watches the tree branches, as if willing the birds to return. They don't, and briefly he considers forcing them. He could, after all- any reality is fair game to him now.
He doesn't. In the end, he slumps back against the frame, his gaze drifting to his lap, looking lost.]
[17th]
He doesn't. In the end, he slumps back against the frame, his gaze drifting to his lap, looking lost.]
You weren't... part of the spell.