[He's inclined to touch her to see if he can feel the grotesque texture of the illusion. He even reaches out a hand, but she dispels the illusion before he can even get the chance. He drops his hand back down to his side and tilts his head a degree, feeling mildly disappointed that he can't figure out for himself but not letting it show. He could just ask.]
So since it's an illusion and all, does that means that hypothetical zombie outbreak wouldn't be made up of undead flesh and bone that could be slaughtered again? [It matters not to him whether it's magic that tricks the brain or magic that deals with projecting an image – it's impressive nonetheless, and she seems pleased to be showing it to him, he thinks.] Or, like on you, I couldn't actually feel wrinkly zombie skin under my fingers if I tried touching you back then?
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[He's inclined to touch her to see if he can feel the grotesque texture of the illusion. He even reaches out a hand, but she dispels the illusion before he can even get the chance. He drops his hand back down to his side and tilts his head a degree, feeling mildly disappointed that he can't figure out for himself but not letting it show. He could just ask.]
So since it's an illusion and all, does that means that hypothetical zombie outbreak wouldn't be made up of undead flesh and bone that could be slaughtered again? [It matters not to him whether it's magic that tricks the brain or magic that deals with projecting an image – it's impressive nonetheless, and she seems pleased to be showing it to him, he thinks.] Or, like on you, I couldn't actually feel wrinkly zombie skin under my fingers if I tried touching you back then?