42.4 Realization

"How long do you think we have?"

Time was relative inside a mindscape. Or, at least that was what I hoped was the case. It could've been minutes. Hours. Hell, maybe even days since I've found myself sitting in front of Flare bathing in her warmth and presence. A part of me relished the feeling; that I was free to do absolutely nothing in the presence of someone that knew me in an absolute sense. No pretentious bullshvt of trying to be someone that I wasn't in front of people that really thought I was someone greater.

"Who knows?" Flare off-handedly responded, her eyes not straying from the book that seemed to have just magically materialized in her hands not a few minutes ago. "It will all depend on how your body responds. I'm sure you're sturdy enough to survive, however."

Sturdy, huh... "How so?"