[Jehan stared a moment, brows raised, then paled a little, embarrassed.
Ah. He had in fact said that out loud. Not that he felt it was untrue, he just must-- seem very odd, mustn't he. Nothing new, per say, but...]
That is to say... I mean. I believe... I believe there are seven. Perception being the sixth; the ability of the mind to see and feel that which is not quite 'there', such as in instances of deja vu, or a cold spot where an old spirit may lurk, or--
[He faltered at going on, turning a little pink now instead.]
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Ah. He had in fact said that out loud. Not that he felt it was untrue, he just must-- seem very odd, mustn't he. Nothing new, per say, but...]
That is to say... I mean. I believe... I believe there are seven. Perception being the sixth; the ability of the mind to see and feel that which is not quite 'there', such as in instances of deja vu, or a cold spot where an old spirit may lurk, or--
[He faltered at going on, turning a little pink now instead.]
Perhaps I sound most... well. Moronic?